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Ma milked Betsy. “You’ll get rid of her today?”
“As soon as I’ve done the chores.” The sooner the better for all of them. He’d struggle for weeks after she left to control the longings buried beneath the rubble in his heart, longings that had wormed their way to the surface during Vivian’s visit.
“Good.”
Ma finished milking and handed him the bucket. “I’ll stay here until you leave.”
“Ma, it’s cold.”
“I’ll sit beside Betsy.”
He hitched up Blaze. “I’ll be back in a few minutes for the wagon. Will you go inside then?”
“Maybe.” She gave him a look full of regret. “I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t act so crazy when—”
“Never mind. We both know you aren’t crazy.”
She snorted. “How can you be so sure?”
“’Cause I know. Though you put up with me. Many would think that makes you crazy.”
She smiled and brushed her mittens over his chin, the wool rough and damp smelling. “If they knew the truth, they would know I am blessed to have a son like you.”
“Ma, I love you.”
“And I you.” She patted his cheek. “Look after the milk.”
Billy laughed because the look she sent the direction of the house had nothing to do with milk, and everything to do with getting Vivian out of her house.
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