Just as Molly got the little ones settled, pounding thundered at the back door, Andrew demanded angrily. “Why did you send the baby away? He was thriving here with Rosemarie to nurse him.”

Molly’s Irish temper blazed. How dare he rebuke her again? This was only the second time he’d talked to her since he’d gotten back, bringing that nameless baby to boot. She’d kept hoping he’d make an opportunity to make time to come by an talk to her in private but he’d kept to himself. After a day of rest and several good meals at Aggie’s he was looking more like the man she married. It infuriated her to see that hussy, Rosemarie, cutting her eyes at him and making excuses to take the baby and slip out. If she weren’t watched, she’d soon have another baby under her apron. True, Andrew hadn’t seemed to notice Rosemarie but she remembered his shyness when she first set her cap for him. He quickly became an ardent and eager lover.

With all these thoughts racing through her head, she lashed out at him,“ Unless there’s something you have not revealed, this is not your affair. I did all I should have for that pitiful waif. The Reverend Bennett rebuked me for not having had the child baptized yet. He should know I’m Catholic, not of his church. I sent Rosemarie and the baby for him to deal with. I have more work and expense than I can handle. Now, with Bartles gone, my load is heavier than ever. Let the church take care of that baby! I have sufficient troubles of my own!”

As they stared furiously at each other, Aggie spoke from behind them, “Enough!”