Her role was more humble and she accepted that and tried to be cheerful and to rise to any task requested of her. But now to hear him say she and the girls were little better than cowards, stirring it up from the sidelines…That cut deep, so it did.
Not wanting him to see just how deep, she hung her head, and in so doing noticed that she had chalk-dust marks all across her skirt. She bent to brush them away and what did he do then only reach over as if to help her? Through the fabric of her skirt she could feel his hand, rubbing against her leg. Blood flooded her face, a blush so swift and so absolute that it was nearly sore against her skin as she pulled back in fright.
When she’d composed herself enough to look up, she saw he knew exactly what he was doing. His mouth was stretched up on
