Chapter 15
“What a positively abysmal way to treat a pregnant young lady.” Miram dragged a comb through Maggie’s hair. “Forcing you out into the wilderness. What does that impi husband think you’ll do? Spend your life in a cabin deep in the mountains? Teach your child to read by drawing in the dirt with a stick? Do you have any family in farming?”
“No.” Maggie winced as Miram twisted her hair. Pins scraped across her scalp. “I’ve never been out of the city.”
“Of course you haven’t.” Miram pulled free tendrils of hair to frame Maggie’s face. “Why would anyone want to? A picnic can be charming, but having a guard to ward off the rammocs makes things utterly dull.”
“Of course.” Maggie kept her hands clasped in her lap as Miram flitted around her head, using hot irons and flower-scented sp
