Carolyn had been wearing a white t- shirt and jeans. Simply unheard of. Lady Dearborn was noted for her elegance, she wore dresses or suits, or possibly attractive tops and skirts, but never jeans. And her hair had looked different. Ruth was amazed to find herself thinking that Carolyn Dearborn had looked rather, well… common.
The Reverend Rupert Bridges saw through the veil of his beekeeping hat a woman entering the field. He was busy blocking off some of the entrances to the hives so the diminishing colony could better defend itself against wasps; they came mob handed after feasting on apples in the nearby orchard.
He didn’t recognise the woman though he could see she was tall and slim. It occurred to him she walked a bit like Lady Dearborn (who was never out of his mind for long) but
