They filled every square inch until it nigh on overflowed. The others chattered amongst themselves, enabling Maggie to sit quietly and concentrate on her own thoughts.What on earth has Jacob got me into? Excitement, trepidation and the longing to see her son again made her feel queasy. She did not know if she would be able to hold him and not let her feelings show. What will happen to me if they found out? Jacob would swing for me, that’s for sure.So many questions tumbled around her mind. She tried to focus on the conversation the others were having, but it bored her.She glanced around as a pheasant ran across their path. A grubby child in nothing but rags followed it. His hair was matted to his head and his eyes were wild looking, intent on catching his prize. The cart came to a standstill while they laughed at his antics. The fact that he would never catch it in a month of Sundays had not crossed his mind. He ran around and around the cart until his wind gave out and his scrawny legs could no longer keep up the pace.Maggie realised they had reached the place she had given birth the day before.
