The ride to the Wiley’s was silent. Mr. Forbes was a shy man and Fawn was too nervous to say anything. Her mind whirled with questions: What had happened to make the people in Pipestem change their minds about hiring her? Was she a last resort? Was this going to be a temporary situation until the people of the holler could find someone more suitable? What of Nana? The house was nearly finished and she would want to be in their new home. She would certainly put up a fuss about staying on with the Gardners.
The countryside passed by without notice as Fawn’s thoughts kept her occupied. The sounds of cicadas and bobwhites went unheeded. The fragrance of wild peas and honeysuckle never tickled her nose. Instead, her hands continuously tumbled over each other. Butterflies danced in her abdomen. The shade of canopied tulip trees over the road escaped her notice. The gentle breeze did not even cause her to tug her shawl tighter over her slim shoulders.
“We have arrived.” Mr. Forbes drew the horses to a halt while stating the obvious in order to gain his passenger’s attention.
Fawn’s head jerked up as if coming out of a daze. “Oh. So we have.”
Mr. Forbes helped her out of the conveyance and walked beside her to the front door.
Deanna’s smile was warm and welcoming. She held open the door as Fawn entered. “It is so good to see you. I mu...