Adam Spool carried the empty barrels out from the Boar’s Inn and stacked them in the yard for collection. It had been a very long and hard night working on his own without any assistance form his so-called barmaid, Vera.
Inside, he was kicking himself for being such an easy touch.
He had only given Maggie Cunnings a job because deep-down he hoped to one day marry the girl.
Since his wife had passed away the previous year, Adam had ignored the more obvious advances from some of the local widows and spinsters who doubtless saw him as a good catch. He and his wife had not had a perfect marriage by any means. His late father had bullied him into proposing to her because her father and he had been in business together.
The truth was he never fancied her with her sour expression and spiteful
