*Eric*
“It is fine news that my window glass will arrive soon,” I tell everyone as we make our way to the cottage. “I’d feared it wouldn’t arrive in time with so many shipments affected by the war.”
“I was happy to assist in its acquisition,” John says. “Luck was with us that the proper sizes had previously been delivered to my uncle’s storehouse.”
“Indeed.” Joy fills my heart at the thought of completing my new home soon. While I consider the technique of their installation, we round the last turn toward the back of my cottage.
“Who is that strange woman with my sister?” John asks, his brows knitted together.
I follow his gaze. Beside his sister Charlie and their many younger siblings stands another woman, assisting Charlie with the shoveling. I catch a glimpse of her vibrant red ha
