She’d be self-conscious no matter what she wore to her first meeting with her grandfather. For nearly an hour already, she’d struggled with what to wear to meet her only living blood relative. First, she’d slipped on the simple dress Joseph had given her. After endlessly pacing the floor in Joseph’s bedroom, she’d changed into her comfortable buckskins, then back into the dress. “Sophie, you about ready?” Joseph called to her from the main room. “Just a moment.” In a hasty decision, she slipped out of the dress and undergarments, and back into her familiar buckskin britches and cotton shirt. Hesitating, she opened the door. Joseph stood waiting for her in the main room. “I . . . I don’t know what to wear,” she stammered. She glanced around the room before meeting Joseph’s amused stare. Warm and inviting, the cabin was a simple structure with one main room that served as the kitchen, dining area, and family room. The large stone hearth took up most of one wall.
