Chapter Seventeen
“I still say you should invite your brother up here to celebrate his birthday,” Sally told her one late September afternoon. Sally and Mary-Michael, along with Cassie her cook, and Trudy, one of the kitchen servants here on the farm, had spent the last three days working in the hot kitchen, getting the fruits and vegetables canned for winter.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise birthday dinner if I invited him up here,” Mary-Michael replied. “Too, George and Father Douglas wouldn’t be able to come up here at the same time.”
In the two months since Mr. Watkins’ death, she hadn’t been back to Indian Point. Mary-Michael missed her friends and wanted to see them before she got further along and was unable to travel. At five months into her pregnancy, her babe was tiny yet, and her
