Chapter 20
The summer, with its oppressive heat, was in the past, they had enjoyed the cooler weather of the fall, and now it was winter and Christmas was just around the corner.
Tom didn’t have religion, but for Analeigh’s sake, he’d gone to Mass.
Now, for her son, he made sure they celebrated Christmas.
George opened the door leading into the kitchen and closed it quickly to keep out the cold December air. He’d ridden to the rectory with Frank behind him on Sancho Panza, and now he stamped snow off his boots and unwrapped the scarf Olivia had knitted for him. Mrs. Hall had taught her, and it was obvious a novice had created it, but Tom could tell his son loved it in spite of the dropped stitches and odd tension.
“Mrs. Thompson invited me in to have a cup of hot chocolate and warm up
