Emma tapped on the door, explaining before she even got in. “I can’t stay. Me and Rufus is on the way to town. Nellie Mason told me your cow was dry, so I brung you some butter and two gallons of milk for the youguns. If it turns before they finish it, you might have enough for a churning. Can I bring you anything from town? ”
“Thank you, but no. This milk and butter are sure welcome. Are you sure you cain’t set awhile? I wouldn’t mind a cup of coffee with a friend. It gets mighty quiet with Joe gone all day.” Anya longed for the comfort of a woman’s company.
“No, Rufus is a’waitin’ in the wagon. I better get on, but I sure wish you’d ride over with Joe Saturday when he comes to help Rufus fix the windmill. I could kill a chicken an’ make some dumplings. We could have some good woman talk.” Emma’s eyes crinkled. “Is Joe proud about the baby?”
“Oh, I ain’t told him yet. I been spottin’ some and I’m afeared I may not carry it. I don’t want him to worry if they ain’t no need.” Anya had no idea how that spilled out.
“”I’ve sorrowed over that. I lost two between Martha and Melvin. I’ll pray for you.” She gave Anya a warm hug.
Tears sprung to Anya’s eyes at her friend’s kindness. “I thank you, Emma. I’d be proud to see you on Saturday.”
“That will be something to look forward to. See you then.” Anya followed Emma into the yard and waved as the Menlo’s wagon rattled off.