By the time Arabella got home, it was late afternoon.
A warm yellow glow filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cottage area in the setting sun's afterglow.
Arabella took a deep breath and, without pausing much at the door, opened it directly and entered.
The incandescent lights in the living room were wide open, and the man of the house had returned.Beth Ruth, in her loose nightgown, her arms wrapped tightly around Ezra's waist, was still voluptuous even under the kitchen sconce.
As if startled by the sudden opening of the door, Beth Ruth looked over in surprise. When she saw Arabella, the corners of her mouth lifted into a smile, "You're back, sister. I thought you were angry with me this morning. ......"
Arabella didn't wait for her to finish, instead she just pushed
