Chapter Twenty
The morning was overcast, with a stiff breeze from the east. The buggy rocked with the blasts of wind. Tommy sat at the reins, obediently keeping the horses moving at a steady slow pace. Inside, Aunt Belle kept a fan waving, the results of too much wine left her nauseated and moody. EJ stared out at the clouds. Her temperament was dark, as well. As grateful as she was to have avoided the Army hospital with the horrid sights and smells, her fear increased with every mile. Now that she had waited so long, it would be odd if she asked Aunt Belle if Charlie had missed her. Maybe not, but how should she ask? “Aunt Belle, did Charlie happen to mention that she loved me?” No, she couldn’t ask.
Charlie had sent her a gift. Did that mean they were more than friends still? In her mi
