Chapter 72

Daniel started pounding on the door as soon as he reached the cabin, his face red, his chest heaving. “Carol! Carol, open the door!”

“It’s unlocked!”

He burst into the room, prepared for a confrontation. He wasn’t prepared for Carol’s tears, or the make-up streaming down her face, or the large red stain in the middle of her new dress.

“What’s going on? Rebecca said there was a problem.”

Carol nodded miserably, gesturing at the stain. “I was just having a bit of wine and I’m such a klutz, I poured it all over myself. And now my dress is ruined.”

“Is that all?” he asked as relief washed through him.

“Is that all? Isn’t that enough? What am I going to do?”

He looked around, noticing that the cabin hadn’t changed much since the last time they’d visited. “Did anybody clean the house out after Bradford…?”

Carol shook her head. “I kept insisting I’d do it, and the new pastor built a house in the town proper. Complete with running water. Can you believe it?”