Immediately upon entering the kitchen she saw the half-dozen women her friend employed, all at various tasks working on preparing food and cooking the dinner menu for the night. From the smells coming from the kettles and the fish carcasses on the edge of the long butchering table, she deduced it was a good day for the local fishermen—and in turn, the patrons coming to the tavern for dinner.
Mary-Michael pilfered a piece of squash from one of the ladies and smiled sheepishly when she was caught. “Is Becky up front?”
“I’m not sure she’s back yet,” one of the cook’s helpers said. “She said something earlier about goin’ up to the schoolhouse to talk to Davy’s teacher. The little one had a belly ache when he left this mornin’, and seems like he knew he was about to get into trouble for somet
