Weave a Web of Witchcraft By Jean M. Roberts
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Tis Dunn thought Hugh, I am a married man. He turned and gave Mary a nervous smile which she returned. The foursome returned to the bed Doha home where Blanche gave Mary a hug and waved as Hugh took Mary's hand and led her to his home. Now their home, Hugh lifted the latch and pushed open the door with a flourish. He ushered Mary across the threshold. The house comprised of two rooms, Paul and parlor with a lean to kitchen, rough oak timbers hewn from trees cut by Hugh himself formed the framework of the house instead of expensive wood paneling, it had wattle and dob filled walls. Fragrant pine planks lay over a rock lined cellar. The most prominent feature, a large brick chimney divided the house into two, Hugh grinned with pride as he showed Mary a small baking oven built into the chimney. Mary poked around the hall. It is very small. The clerk's house is much grander. It isn't finished. I plan to build a second story. Hugh smiled and wagged his eyebrows. When we have Children, Mary rolled her eyes at him. She stuck her head into the lean to and poked through the contents of the barrels. There's hardly any foodstuffs. What are we to eat? A muscle tightened in Hugh's jaw tomorrow you can go see Mr Pension's man at the warehouse and buy what staples you need. I have an account with him. He stepped through the doorway into the parlor. Come and see in here. I had Mr Clark's man move your belongings while we were at Mr Pensions. Mary crossed the hall and stuck her head into the parlor. Hugh stood next to the bed, his wedding surprise for his new wife. She sniffed as she entered her gaze flicked around the room ignoring the bed, Hugh pointed out her chest tucked into a corner. Mary shivered and wrapped her shawl tight around her shoulders. Tis freezing in here. A smile faded from Hugh's face as he watched her reaction to his house. She looked around once more. I should have stayed with the clerks. I was better off as a servant. She said with the toss of her head. At least they kept me warm and well fed. Hugh bit his tongue, trying not to lose his temper. She's just nervous is all he thought. He reached to embrace her and said I will keep you warm. Mary Mary danced away from his arms. I should have waited for you to finish the house before we married. Blanche will laugh when she sees the inside of this place. Her words stung. He had worked damn hard to get this place habitable for her mary. You are acting unreasonable blanche's home is not better than this and she hath no brick chimney. It will be a fine house one day. Well, t will never be as fine a house as the clerks, Jesus woman. Are you not married? Five minutes and already turned into a complaining shrew. Hugh knew he was losing control, but he didn't care. He grabbed his hat off the peg where it hung and stomped to the door. It was not right that his wife should speak to him in such a manner and tone. He told himself flinging open the wooden door. He turned and gave her a hard stare. He lifted his hand and shook a finger at her. May help. You should have bid with the clerks and you may find yourself back there with them before long. He choked out a bitter laugh. Huh? I begin to see why your first husband left you. He stomped out the door, slamming it behind him. Mary raced after him. Where are you going here to the planting field? He shouted as he strode out of sight?