Chapter Twenty One
On days like this when the air was so hot and thick, Lucy wished they lived further north. Through her sweat-dampened chemise, the curve of her breasts and dark areoles could be seen. Moisture pressed the white fabric of her cotton drawers against her thighs and into the backs of her knees. Despite the shade she had found and the vague breeze, sweat streamed down between her full orbs and glistened on the soft hairs of her arms. She had propped one foot up on the table leg, thinking such an unladylike posture would bring her relief down between her legs. It didn’t. She was still hot and cranky and miserable.
Lucy squinted up at Abby who now provided an extra layer of shade. “It’s from Massa Beau, Miss.” The cook was holding an envelope and Lucy’s eyes finally opened f
