The girl squirmed in her arms and wanted down, so Mary-Michael set her on the wooden sidewalk in front of Becky’s tavern. Becky’s two sons were likely at the hotel with their father and uncle, doing ‘man things’ as the boys had recently learned to say.
“Gretchen, go back up the steps and find Davy,” Becky said, meaning for her to go to the residence above the tavern.
“Play with him while we grown-ups talk for a few minutes,” Cady said, and patted her daughter on the bottom. The three of them watched the child take hold of the hand-rail and climb the steps and disappear through the door.
The women hugged a greeting, and Becky asked how the rigging was coming along.
“The Lady S is done. We’re going to finish the Lady M after church tomorrow, and sail one of them Monday and one Tuesday. I
