Chapter Eight
Charlie selected a bottle of wine and tucked it inside a blanket, putting both into a picnic basket. She wrapped each goblet in a napkin and cocooned them along the folds. She would not miss this opportunity to show EJ that she belonged here, in Fitchburg, with her. She had scarcely gotten to know EJ and already she had plans to leave. To the Army, during a war. Charlie felt her heart catch. The pants thing, well, that was just clothes. What if she never returned? Charlie took a deep breath. She slapped the lid closed as she set out to find EJ.
EJ spent the morning on a bench by the back door of the saloon. Mary had shortened her hair considerably, and EJ kept rubbing along her neck compulsively, like when her tongue darted into the space when she lost a tooth as a child. S
