Darkness on the prairie was still a few hours away, but Aunt Fannie would have supper on the table soon and she should get home. Since Betsy had driven out of the schoolyard, Miriam had been absorbed in Mamm’s letter and her school work, but that was finished now. Miriam’s thoughts drifted to Mose. He would still be settled in on the Greyhound bus, the long night ahead of him. Thankfully the memory of Mose from the weekend now seemed distant, as though she had known the man only in a dream. But that was how things should be, wasn’t it? Life should move on. She had met Mose only a little over a week ago, but time would change all that. She would see him again at Shirley’s wedding, and things might go better in Possum Hollow than they had in Oklahoma. Mose might not be as suspicious on his home turf. Miriam pulled herself out of her reverie and hurried through the front door of the schoolhouse. With her hand still on the doorknob, Miriam came to a sudden stop. She had not heard anyone drive in, but a familiar car was parked beside her buggy.
