Bridget stayed when Michael died. She said she wasn’t going anywhere her babies weren’t. RJ and Sarah were as attached to Bridget as she was to them. She spoiled them rotten. Always baking cookies and making sure they each got one with milk in the afternoon. Cassie always thought it would ruin their dinner, but Bridget scoffed. “They drink their milk this way,” she’d say. And she was right. Bridget wouldn’t give them a cookie if they didn’t drink the milk. They each tried it once and no cookies the next day. She drove the buggy and Sam rode beside them on his horse for the first few minutes. Sarah was so excited she kept trying to talk to Sam and nearly fell out of the buggy. Cassie finally stopped, Sam tied his horse to the back of the buggy and he climbed in. Sarah was ecstatic and climbed immediately into Sam’s lap. She chattered for the entire trip. Who’d have thought she could talk for an hour. “I’m sorry. She’s taken a real shine to you. Sarah’s not normally this forward with strangers.”
