Nate made his way downstairs to the back parlor. His wife, Betsey, sat at the head of the small dining table with a newspaper in front of her. She glanced up at him and took off her spectacles.
“Would you like tea, Captain West?”
Nate nodded and accepted a cup. It seemed the distance between them lengthened several inches each day. No doubt I’ll soon breakfast in the barn.
“How are you this morning?”
Betsey pursed her lips. “With child, as is now readily apparent. Will you see my father today?”
“Yes. He’s signing ownership of the Peggy over to your brothers Elias and John, to Anstiss’s husband, Benjamin, and to us.”
Betsey narrowed her eyes. “Us? Will my name be on the papers?”
Nate shrugged. “What’s mine is yours.”
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