Epilogue
Nearly fourteen months after Maggie first laid eyes on the mill, it rose before her, all decked out for the holidays and looking like a Christmas postcard. She leaned forward in her seat, trying to see if there was space left in the parking lot, and feeling a punch of pride as she took in the finished Stone County Artisan’s Guild and Education Center. “Looks like a good turnout for the open house.”
“I’m still not sure you two should be out among all those people. That’s a lot of germs. And you know there’s already been flu going around.”
Maggie laid a hand on her husband’s arm. “Porter, honey, I gave birth. I don’t have a compromised immune system. Besides, I had my flu shot.”
“But Faith―”
“The baby will be fine. Your wife will not be if she doesn’t get to leave the house.”
