Welcome to my contribution to #WIP Wedbesday.
I’m picking up where I left off last week.
In case you’re playing catch up…
Note: The first paragraph, in orange, comes from last week’s WIPpet.
Widow Alcott’s looking at Conall as a future son-in-law, and I pray he doesn’t fall for her trap, Mary’s chicken or not.
I glance up at him as we walk, content with my current lot. Conall Baldwin is a good boss and Master Gow, while strange, leaves us mostly to ourselves aside from the spring plantings, summer trimmings, and harvest time. This is the ninth summer Conall and I have worked this land, our ninth year of tobacco and corn. We’ve got a sufficient garden too, so Conall knows I’m joking when I said I’d rather have beans and eggs. I’d rather have eggs and greens and maybe some new potatoes with just enough salt pork for taste.
So would he. I’m quite certain of that.
“We got one too many roosters, so I can make us a roaster this Sunday if you want.” I trot to keep up with Conall’s strides. “Unless…”
“Johnnycakes too?” He looks down at me with a smile. “We still got meal, don’t we?”
“Enough for a good half-dozen.” I smile back at him. “Herr Baldwin mag meine Kochen.”
Conall chuckles and slows so I can keep up. “Whatever you said, it involves me and food.”
Yes, Conall is a man who lives for a good meal, which worries Nub to no end. Do you think Nub is feeling insecure about his future? Yeah, me too.