Chapter ElevenRosa trudged up the steps to the house then set the heavy box on the porch with a thump. Her arms throbbed, and her fingers ached from gripping the carton for so many miles. As she reached into her purse to dig for her house keys, the door flew open.
“You’re home.” Noreen’s forehead was wrinkled into a frown. “It’s late, even for you. Is everything alright?”
“I’m sorry to worry you, Mutti.” Rosa pushed her sweaty bangs away from her eyes. “We finished in the fields around one o’clock then Mr. Quincey provided a celebration meal. I stayed to chat with Allison White. She has been very nice to me.”
“I remember you telling me about her. Her young man is in the RAF, yes?”
Tapping the box with her foot, Rosa nodded. “We received extra food at the farm today. As grateful as I am
