Chapter 24
Week 10, Instructor Calendar, April 1896
But swords I smile at
Weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandished by a man that’s of a woman born.
I.vii
The day of the rally was unusually warm for a Hartford April. Concordia had just finished dressing when there was a knock on her door.
“Yes?” she called out. Sophia Adams let herself in, giving Concordia a hug. She was dressed in her rally finery: a tailored dress of dotted white lawn, with a high lace collar, sleeves buttoned to the elbow, and narrow folds of bias satin at the skirt.
“So, Sophie, are you ready to face the lions?” Concordia joked.
Sophia looked subdued. “How are you, Concordia?”
Concordia knew what she meant. “I still think of Mary,” she said quietly. “I won’t stop looking for answers. She deserves that.”
Sop
