Emma's Dream by Kimberly Grist

Author:Kimberly Grist [Grist, Kimberly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Forget Me Not Romances, an imprint of Winged Publications
Published: 2018-11-24T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

November 4, 1876

Dear God,

Grandma Tennie told me the Bible says pox and locust are signs the end is near. I guess I won’t be here much longer…

Sadie climbed on a chair in the kitchen and reached for an apple slice. “I like it when you make things. You are a good cooker.”

“I am a good cook.” Tennessee corrected as she cut fruit into small pieces.

“That’s what I said.” Sadie reached for another slice. “How much longer is Emma going to be sick? I miss her.”

“The doctor wants her to wait two more days, then as long as her fever hasn’t come back, she can come downstairs. Hopefully, she’ll be well enough to travel with you on the train to visit Rebecca next week. I know y’all have been looking forward to the trip.” Tennessee walked to the stove and stirred the large pot of chicken soup.

“I’m excited about the train and visiting Rebecca, but not about the other part.” Sadie sighed and stared at her feet.

Placing the lid back on the pot, Tennessee raised her eyebrows. “Other part?”

“You know, we’ve got to mind our p’s and q’s. I have trouble with that.” Sadie peered into the bowl of cut apple pieces.

The screen door slammed as Grace appeared holding a large bunch of purple coneflowers. “Here you go, Grandma Tennie. I brought you a bunch of them.”

“Thank you, dear. I’ll hang them up to dry and harvest them later for medicinal purposes. Echinacea is good for many illnesses. I’ll also make some up for your pa and Uncle Adam to use when their horses or cows aren’t eating well.” Tennessee stirred the soup again and lowered the heat.

Grace climbed onto a chair beside her sister. “Grandma Tennie, how’d you get so smart?”

Tennessee laughed as she wiped her hands on her apron. “I don’t know about being smart, but I’ve learned a lot from my grandmother, my parents, my preachers—all kinds of folks.”

Sadie reached for two apple pieces and formed them into the letter S. “Look, Grandma, I made my initial. Maybe we should use these cut-up pieces and spell out Scotty’s name for Emma. That will make her feel better.”

Grace rolled her eyes at the ceiling. “She won’t quit talking about the apple peel story.”

Clucking her tongue, Tennessee turned her attention back to the stove. “I promised you I’d tell you the rest, didn’t I?” Tennessee stirred the soup, then placed it on the back burner. “Let me think. I can’t remember where I left off.”

“What happened to your friend when she threw the apple peel? Did it make the initial of her sweetheart?” Sadie leaned forward on the table.

“No, it didn’t. As I recall, the apple peel test was a failure for my friend too. Maude is her name.” Tennessee gave a lopsided smile.

Grace’s mouth formed a grim line. “So that’s it? There’s no more story to tell?”

Tennessee waved her hand. “Of course, there is more to tell.” Placing her finger along her cheek, she gathered her thoughts. “My grandmother gave all sorts of suggestions.

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