Apology Got my stories out of sequence. To catch up, please go back and read 17 a just posted. Then move on to 17 b before you read this. Anna flung the door open thinking Joe was coming in with milk and eggs. A tall, thin woman in homespun holding a basket laughed at her surprise. “I’m Emma, Rufus’s wife. I was so proud to hear Joe had a new wife I didn’t wait for no invite. When Rufus said he was coming over to see if Joe I clumb right up in the wagon. I brung you some eggs, butter, and molasses for a welcome. It’s gonna be good to have a woman close by to neighbor with. You got any coffee left?”
Though Anya would have hoped to avoid company, she warmed to Emma’s warmth and pulled out a chair from the table for her. “Set yourself down. I think the coffee’s still hot.” She poured them both a cup and put a couple of biscuits on a plate to go with the butter and molasses.
Emma spread butter on a biscuit, ate it thoughtfully, and smiled. “You make a mighty fine biscuit. You gonna be a good wife to Joe. They ain’t nothin’ like good cookin’ to keep a man happy. I’m glad of it. I always been partial to Joe. He’s been alone too long.”
Sally toddled up to Anya’s knee, demanding her attention. Anya gave her a sip of milk from a cup while she gathered her thoughts, not wanting to betray herself. “Biscuits do please a man. I’m proud you like mine.”
“Your baby looks just like you with that white hair and blue eyes. Maybe Joe will lucky and the one comin’ will look like him.