We worked through
the night, keepin’ vigil mostly.
When
Mary Alice stood and began to sway on her feet, Izzy and I insisted that she go
home to get some rest. She relented,
knowin’ that she warn’t no good to anyone, the state she was in.
“I’ll be back
tomorrow.” She declared afore gatherin’ her things so’s I could take her home.
“Mary Alice, ya got
your own to care for.” Izzy said in a
weary tone.
“Izzy, I have a very
understanding husband, and don’t forget that I also have help. Carmina loves Bella as much as we do.”
It was true.
There was no denyin’
that the Whitlocks, although great friends to me and Emmett’s families, was
above us in social standing. It was just
the way of things.
They was well-off
enough to afford servants to help with the runnin’ of their home. Carmina had been with ‘em since afore the
birth of little Bella and all our young’uns thought the world of her.
“But now she’s got
the care of mine as well…”
“She loves Molly
too, so stop frettin’.” She give Izzy one last hug and followed me outside.
“Ed,” she said once
we arrived at her home and I helped her climb down from the wagon. “Keep a close eye on Peter. I don’t worry so much about Frederick since
he’s bigger and stronger, but Peter will have a more difficult time.”
I nodded; a little
piece of my heart splinterin’ and fallin’ away at the thought of my boy not
makin’ it through this.
TO BE CONTINUED......

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