Book Haven, Sunday (Nov. 18)
Anne had spent the best part of her weekend in bed, recovering from the aftereffects of her illness; despite her brave words to Chris on Friday night, she had not been as hale and hearty as she would have liked, and it still took her more effort than was strictly desirable to make her way down to the bookstore, set out the tea and pastries, and open for customers.
True, almost everyone had made it through the ordeal, but with Matthew's heart problems weighing heavier and heavier on her mind, she was beginning to think that it might be time to go home soon.
Growing up and having to think of these things might have seemed romantic once upon a time, but as she was beginning to realize, they were, in their own way, quite awful.
True, almost everyone had made it through the ordeal, but with Matthew's heart problems weighing heavier and heavier on her mind, she was beginning to think that it might be time to go home soon.
Growing up and having to think of these things might have seemed romantic once upon a time, but as she was beginning to realize, they were, in their own way, quite awful.