Mary tried not to let the irritation show on her face, but failed to stop it coming through in her voice as she spoke.
“Can’t I just meet with your son?”
“You will eventually when things are less hectic on the farm,” Jenny Addison replied.
The darkness of a Sunday evening was beginning to draw in and when Mary saw the wagon coming to a halt in front of Mrs. Lester’s home, her hopes rose that it was a positive sign. The news that Jenny just came for a quick chat on her way to the town store was a let down and she was unable to stop the annoyance welling up.
“I really need to see him,” Mary went on.
“Why?” Jenny asked and narrowed her eyes.
“Because…,” Mary started, but her comment tailed off immediately.
She wasn’t in a position to tell the truth, which was that a growing infatuation
