Chapter 21
By the time the food is gone, the shadows have lengthened and the sun is beginning to dip below the ridge. Miss Lucille packs away the dishes and shakes out the tablecloth while I unharness the horse to turn the cart around. As I’m re-cinching the leather straps securely, Miss Lucille brushes by me to put the now mostly empty picnic basket into the back of the cart. With a sigh, she leans back and smiles up at the sky. “I had a lovely time with you today,” she says.
“The pleasure was all mine.” I feel like we’ve grown a little closer since this morning. I feel more like her friend and not just someone who works for her father. But who I am keeps us apart. The clothes I wear prohibit any real closeness, and it saddens me a little to think that, if I had arrived in Junction wear
