“She pretty well set her hat for ’em. Said we need somethin’ to look after, fill in the time o’ day.”Zoe gently covered the black man’s hand with hers. “Abraham, a woman her age has no business raising four young children. What Laticia needs is a pet. Maybe a pretty cat.”Abraham crowed. “Now, that would be a mite easier on me, Miz Bradshaw. A nice quiet cat.” His gaze roamed the stable. “Saw one here a minute ago. Right friendly. Black. Reminded me of Miz Laticia.”Zoe hugged the old man affectionately, taking solace in his soft, chocolate-colored eyes. “You’re a good man, Abraham.”“Yes’m. You go on home now. Don’t be frettin’ no mo’.”Zoe’s gaze wandered over the rustic stable. “I wish there was a better place for you to sleep.”“I be jist fine, Miz Bradshaw. Jist fine.”After supper, Zoe ironed for an hour and then wandered onto the back porch for a breath of fresh air. It was the first moment she could call her own since early dawn. She held a glass of water to her neck and savored the ...coolness against her flushed skin.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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