Chapter Eight
She curled under the blanket, knowing in her half sleep that the fire had gone out several hours ago. Everything would be fine, no matter how bad the night before had been. Lucretia tried to burrow deeper into her bedding, but it was no use. She could not get warm enough. With her shivering, she also could not get back to sleep.
Lucy had never been taught how to rebuild a near dead fire. There was always a slave to do that for her and she had always assumed there would be, but nobody had sat on the hearth tending it through the night. Maybe she was supposed to be that someone. Lucretia had watched Little Mike hundreds of times rebuild her own bedroom fire. Looking at this one before her now from under the blankets, she wondered if she could do it herself. The snoring doctor
