Why have I chosen this particular time to tell her this?We were sitting here so happily, enjoying a respite from the rainy seasonBecause Harold would have blamed himself,And how does one inherit an emotion?“I know,” Betsy said softly.
“You do? My father—he told you.”
“He knew you hadn’t, and he thought I should know.”
Bradley was quiet. He was angry at his father, just like he’d been when he found out the navy doctor knew about his mother.
Betsy put her arm around him and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Hey, you’re not your mother, Bradley. I’m not worried.”
“It’s complicated. And I can’t make any sense of it.”
“Oh, and of course you’re very impatient with that, Mr. Have-an-answer-for everything!”
They both laughed. Herrick was now kneeling behind a tree, holding his hands over hi
