Where are we going? she asked. Mr. Durbin’s sheep have begun to lamb, and I wanted to see how the ewes are doing. He cleared his throat. I suppose I should have told you about today’s outing earlier....
A smile flickered across Coral’s face. Have you ever noticed that once you have had a taste of certain sweets—raspberry trifle is my own despair—it is quite impossible not to think, not to want, not t...
He looked up. Is it time already? She nodded. He rose and waited as she gathered her things. The dog followed them out the door, but then he bounded down the stairs to the drive. The animal sniffed in...