A Man for Temperance (Wagon Wheel)
“She looked out the window and saw with satisfaction that there was only a thin sliver of a moon. It looked like a tiny shell that had been washed by the tide as it hung over the sky.A glance at her clock showed her that it was past ten o’clock, which meant she would get into town about eleven—exactly what she planned. Turning her attention to the chicken, she put it into a basket on top of a white covering and then put the smaller basket into a larger one. She added a jar full of potato salad and carefully stacked biscuits wrapped in napkins.Going to the lower cabinet, she pulled out the jar of hard cider she seldom used. It was as potent as any liquor and had a delicious taste. Her father had taught her to make it back in Maine, and she kept a milder form of it for use at the table. But this had the kick of a mule. She removed the lid from a quart jar, filled it half-full of the cider, then set the jug down. Reaching on the top shelf of the cabinet, she pulled out a large brown bottl...e holding a pint of liquid.MoreLess
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