“You won’t say anything will you?” Mary asked as she got to her feet and smoothed down her skirt.
Her face was red at being caught, but she was more concerned that being found out might end things between her and Tom before they really got started.
“No,” Jenny said. “Your secret is safe with me.”
“And yours is safe with us,” Tom said.
“Wait…, what?” Jenny let out.
“The bottle,” Tom went on.
The flare of apprehension was instant and sweat prickled on her forehead when she looked down at the whisky she was carrying.
“I was…, it’s…” she stammered.
“It’s OK mum,” Tom said. “We’re not about to say anything.”
Jenny let out a sigh.
“Well I guess there is no point in going into town now,” she said. “I better get back home to the farm. Don’t be too long in following or your father will ge
