Until the Harvest by Thomas Sarah Loudin

Author:Thomas, Sarah Loudin [Thomas, Sarah Loudin]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: FIC042000, FIC026000, Domestic Fiction, FIC042040
ISBN: 9781441269614
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2015-03-19T07:00:00+00:00

After Henry left and Emily went home, the little house seemed to swell with silence. Margaret hadn’t really spent time alone with Perla before. It’s not that she didn’t want to, she simply wasn’t sure how to. Perla always seemed so put together—and so elegant—kind of delicate and dainty. Margaret felt awkward and too tall in comparison.

Margaret looked around the plain room and wished she’d spent more time making it pretty. Maybe some curtains or a cloth for the table. It occurred to her that if her own mother came in, she wouldn’t care what she thought, but she wanted Perla to be pleased.

Perla sat at the table and fiddled with a dish towel. “I’m glad you and I have some time to get to know each other.” She glanced up at Margaret. “I thought maybe we could talk.”

“Well, okay. How about I make some tea?”

“That sounds lovely.”

Margaret bustled around the kitchen, filling the kettle, finding two mugs that matched, and digging out a tin of tea. Soon, the two women sat at the table sipping from steaming cups.

“Did you want to talk about anything in particular?” Margaret asked.

Perla glanced toward the bedroom. The door stood partially open, and they could see Mayfair’s sleeping form curled in the bed. Margaret stepped over and closed the door in case Perla was worried about her sister hearing.

“Actually, there is.” Perla picked up her spoon, then set it down again.

Margaret began to feel uneasy.

“I saw what Mayfair did for that child today. And I saw Henry’s hand after she ‘helped’ him, as she put it. I know what a misfire injury looks like, and his hand . . .” She shook her head. “There’s something special about your sister.”

“I’ve always known she’s special.” Margaret tried not to sound defensive, but she didn’t like where this conversation was headed.

Perla gazed into empty space over Margaret’s shoulder. “I know how hard it can be to have a knack for something. The kind of knack that sets you apart and makes people look at you differently. I think Mayfair may have a knack for healing people.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Margaret stood and dumped the rest of her tea into the sink. She rinsed the mug, staring out the window at the darkening sky. What business did Perla have coming in here and talking to her like this? And so what if she’d thought the very same thing?

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Or afraid of.” Perla finally looked at Margaret, and she felt, maybe for the first time in her life, that someone was really trying to see beyond her abundance of freckles and outward competence to the girl inside.

“The summer I met Casewell, Wise suffered a terrible drought. Somehow the food I cooked saw us through. I’d always had a way of cooking food so that it lasted longer than it should have—fed more people than made sense. But that summer was the first time I saw that God might have given me that ability for a reason.

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