The snow had started to cover the roads, and I knew that if we didn’t head out then, Shamila and I really would be stuck. “I guess I better go.”
“Get your coat. I’ll drive you home.”
We talked more on our quick but cautious drive to my house, and when we got there, I tried to convince Shamila to stay over. She had to drive all the way to Lexington to get home, and it was getting bad out.
“Thanks, Mary. But I’ll be okay. I plan to spend tomorrow with a good book, a cup of tea, and a soft blanket.”
“Text me when you get home.”
“Sure.” She backed out of the driveway and headed down the hill.
Part of me had wanted her to stay. A slumber party sounded like so much fun, but another part of me wanted to sit with what she’d taught me today. A big Popson plantation right there on the river—Sh
