The scene in the film shifted once more. I could see that I had snuck out the next day to meet Brayden the next day, having warned him that afternoon to desist from visiting the main house till I was sure it was safe for him to come over even when I knew with my father mounting guards on the special lookout for him, that was near impossible.
Mrs. Allen, having observed the sullen mood I was in as I approached the house from where she sat on the porch, folded up her knitting and came down to ask what was wrong and if it has anything to do with me running off yesterday. I wanted to pour my doubts but so as not to make her alarmed, I feigned feeling a little under the weather and asked her to get Brayden. The neighbors saw my mood and expressed concern as well but when Mrs. Allen cleared the
