Chapter Two
That night, I crept into the house the same way I had the night before. It was silent within the homestead, but the hearth was still warm. The coals glowed faintly against the darkness and I set up, using the meagre light to my advantage as I got to work.
The shoes I was resoling for Elizabeth had worn down long ago. She and her family were no better nor worse off than many in the small village of Aberfeldy, but she wasn't the first owner of the pair, and likely would not be the last.
Assuming I was able to finish them, that was.
The Bachelor’s Day Dance was this coming eve, yet I’d barely managed to finish one shoe so far. I'd hoped to finish both last night, but as always, the work required more patience to do then I’d hoped. In order to make it so repairs weren’t obvious
