Martha Sutton looked both astonished and alarmed as she came to the door of her home to find her husband and two strange men walking up the steps of her front porch.
“Martha, Martha look here. It’s Dann’l,” her husband called out.
Martha put her hand to her chest and leaned against the doorframe. ”My land, oh my land. Oh your poor mother! How she grieved. Your sisters, too.”
“Martha,” Sutton said almost sharply. The woman calmed down.
“I am sorry, Daniel. I am, but this is such a shock. Come on in. Please.”
The men entered the house. The smell of cooking permeated the air.
“Dinner is just about ready, please stay. Oh, your poor mother,” Martha began again, as she began adding two more place settings to the table.
A small boy was playing on the floor. Sutton scooped him up and announ
