CHAPTER 19Monte Spills the Beans
Monte hesitated before rapping his knuckles across the cottage door. The Widow Smith would not be happy to see him. But he didn’t care. He needed to talk to Finn. The door swung open. A disgruntled Widow stared down at him. She brushed her hands against her woolen skirt, her frilly, button-up blouse poking from beneath a yellow napkin at her throat.
“What are yeh doin’ here?” she asked as a clump of porridge dribbled down her chest.
“I was hoping to see Finn,” Monte said, his courage already ebbing.
“He’s not well,” the Widow said with a sniff.
She tried to close the door, but Monte stuck his foot out just in time. “Please?” he insisted.
“Why would I ever let my grandson communicate with the likes of yeh again?” she said, practically spitting nails. “
