CHAPTER TWO
The next morning, Sarah wakes with a splitting headache and sore shoulder. She lifts the covers, finding herself wet with sweat. The sour smell of her gown mixed with the sweet scent of her mattress stuffing turns her stomach. Taking her time, she puts on a pale pink cotton dress and walks into the kitchen. Her mother and father sit at the table.
Luke looks up at her while sharpening his scythe and other farm tools.
Gloria pulls out a chair, and Sarah sits.
Gloria checks Sarah’s forehead and cheeks with the back of her hand. “How are you feeling, zi’zaela?” She sits back in her chair, studying Sarah’s face.
Sarah holds her head in her hand, resting her elbow on the table. “My head and shoulder still hurt." She smacks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "And I’m terri
