Chapter 34

Like before, we didn’t talk about what we’d done. He just got dressed and went home to his daughter. Wasn’t shame—at least on my part—but I didn’t quite know how to talk about it. That entry in Billy’s journal came to me. I liked Andre Tiller. Was getting fond of him. But I can’t say I was in love with him. I went back to the Mead the next morning without looking him up again.

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I kept busy with the forge and the team horses. In fact, all the domestic animals were now my responsibility. I was grateful for the added work. It helped keep my mind off the ghost that haunted me. I’d be working at the forge and see Berglund’s pinched face in the flames. Or he’d wake me out of a sound sleep. The more whipped I was, the less he intruded in my life.