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Updated: June 14, 2025
For all the good it did I might have spared my pains and saved my breath. Jennifer broke me in the midst, crying out that I was even now killing the precious minutes; and so our ill-starred venture had its launching in the frenzied haste that seldom makes for speed. One small concession I wrung out of his impatience this with the help of Yeates and the Catawba.
The Cherokees, checked but for the moment, were storming hotly at our heels. And as we ran I heard the shouted command of Falconnet to his mounted men: "A rescue! Right oblique, and head them in the road! Gallop, you devils!" We ran in Indian file, I at the chief's heels and Jennifer at mine.
Jennifer nodded wisely and took Eric to see Emma who was in her playpen in the living room. Oliver went back to the barn. Christ, he said to himself. It was beginning to get dark, a relief. "Gotta go, Handsome." Jacky appeared at his elbow. "So soon?" "Long day tomorrow. Driving back." "I'll walk you down," Oliver said. "Where's your coat? You'll get wet." "I don't need one," he said.
God speed you both. Our compliments to General Gates, Mr. Jennifer; and you may tell him what I have told you that but for our redskin threateners we should right gladly join him. As for Lord Cornwallis, you, Captain Ireton, will know best what to say to him. I pray God you may say it and come off alive to tell us how he took it."
Jennifer eased up on the little brother plan, accepting his suggestion that she might not want to be heavily pregnant in July. "A little pregnant would be fine," she said. Oliver agreed a three or four month delay. He tried not to think of Suzanne. He decided to skip the coming Friday visit. Tuesday, at work, he handed Dan a picture of Emma. "Pride of the Prescott's," he said.
Oliver watched her hips swing easily around the corner of the steps. He thought of laying out the remaining shelves, yawned, and followed her upstairs. It was cold and crisp, nearly dark. A neon Guinness sign glowed through a window by the door to Deweys. Oliver shifted the box of pies to one arm and hugged Jennifer with the other.
"Jacky said that, as long as I included everything that she wanted, you should be the judge since you would have to use it and train others to use it." "It looks good to me," Jennifer said. "I'll have Mary mail you a check on Tuesday. We pay bills on Tuesdays." "Thanks." "It was good of you to help, Oliver. We may have to call on you again. I think you should be entitled to a member discount.
"The driveway is pretty rough, but that's no big deal." He looked around. "I like it. What do you think, Princess?" Emma googled. "That does it," Oliver said. "I knew you'd like it," Jennifer said. "Let's go down to Gillespie's and buy a pie, sit outside, and finish this ale." They drove slowly away from the house and out to Route 9.
Sunday afternoon, Emma lay contentedly in her playpen near the new stove while a fire burned and Oliver watched the Patriots lose another one. Jennifer had driven in to The Conservancy for a couple of hours. Woof was outside. Verdi was curled by a window. The stove had cost a bundle, but it was worth it, Oliver thought. They charged it on one of Jennifer's credit cards. "Da Da." "Yes, Emma."
"The money is there if you need it," Oliver said. "Jennifer wants to buy a house in Cumberland or North Yarmouth. I'm going to use some for a down payment, but there will be plenty left ten, twenty, thirty thousand just call Myron and he'll send you a check." "I have enough to go on. And Conor will pay child support. I can work, you know. Did I tell you I was a registered nurse?" "No."
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