Chapter 13
The sound of Mrs. Wetzel’s voice droned on and on as Lydia pretended to listen closely enough to know what the old woman was speaking of as she stared at the embroidery in her hand. She’d only made a few stitches, but she felt she needed to at least appear to be doing something useful as Isaac chatted with his dear friend. Now that she’d been spending most every evening in his bed, she didn’t want to do anything to spoil it. She’d never know if it was one of those chosen nights or not until he rose and either called her to come upstairs with him or said he was off to bed and no more. A glance at the clock told her he’d be making his announcement in another half hour or so. Lydia concentrated on the green stem she was working on, but the distractions prevented her from making ev
