George assisted Mary into their gig, slapped the horses’ reins, and drove away from the town.
“Where are we going?” Mary asked. “It’s too cold for a drive.”
“That’s why I put an extra blanket around your legs.”
Mary untucked one side of the blanket so she could share it with him. “You didn’t say where we’re going.”
“It’s a clear evening with a rising moon. I thought you might like a chance to see the stars again.”
George stopped near the shore. The full moon and the stars lit the sea foam rushing to shore. Her husband took her gloved hand in his. “I just want a moment without distractions. I’ve been talking to Hasket. He’s going to take our boys into his Counting House to learn their trade, and then give them berths on his ships.”
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