*Evangeline*
We walk from the house in the early hours of the morning, with Claybourne carrying a picnic basket while I cart a blanket.
I wear a servant’s dress that he found for me in the servant’s quarters because I brought so little of my own clothing. It isn’t confining, and in a way, I prefer it to my usual attire. I’m surprised that I can feel so relaxed knowing what awaits us.
This morning, after another rousing session of lovemaking, Claybourne tried to convince me to go to the village and wait for him there, but I have brought us to this moment. I’m not about to retreat now. He thinks it will be another day or so..: possibly longer… before Riverdale makes an appearance. I’m not certain that he will show at all.
But I’m delighted with the prospect of having a picnic with Claybo
