*Senya*
As the car glided through the streets, I decide that I don’t care if I am castigated for behaving in a manner unbecoming of a woman so early into my widowhood. The girls’ delight at a distraction from our mourning is worth any glares of disapproval I might have to endure.
“I do not remember Anna calling on you the day of the funeral ?” Connie says, sitting on the seat across from me with Flo.
“Her husband is not yet fully accepted by the high packs”. I tell them. “She would not attend without him, but she did send me a rather nice message, expressing her condolences”.
“And that’s when she invited us to join her today in this worthy endeavor ?” Connie asks.
“Yes”. I say, but the truth is Anna had not mentioned about the invitation in her letter. I hope Aaron has informed her t
