Chapter 6

Time slowed and their legs grew weak with the anticipation of being done traveling for the day. Gregory’s mother stepped out the back door as they reached the end of the lane.

“I had a feeling you would be here today,” she greeted them dryly. “I don’t usually wash sheets except on wash day, but today, I thought I should. I’m glad you made it home safe and sound. Is this the friend you told me about in your letters?”

“Yes, ma’am. This is Frank Greerson.” Gregory introduced Frank with the pride that another man might introduce his future wife.

Mrs. Young smiled at Gregory weakly, scrutinizing his delight.

Frank tipped his hat as he spoke. “Glad to meet you, Mrs. Young. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Well, that can’t be good,” she replied with a smile.

Gregory couldn’t believe he’d witnessed his mother smile and tease—with a stranger, no less.

“Oh, it was all good, ma’am,” Frank quickly spoke up and blushed.