Chapter 7
“I’VE BORROWED A HORSE and cart,” Gisele said at breakfast the next morning.
Nellie had just risen, her head still fuzzy from sleep, and she sat on one of the hard benches in the fruit picker’s kitchen, eating porridge. As usual when she worried, she’d lain awake until well into the small hours, listening to Yolande’s coughing; but, unlike Yolande, she couldn’t sleep in.
Gisele looked far too awake, her cheeks rosy from the cold.
“It’s not far to the nuns’ farm,” Gisele said. “There is a forest in between the Verdonck estate and the main road. The farm is just the other side of the forest.”
They could easily visit in a day.
Next was the question of who should come. Nellie, obviously. Gisele, to introduce them and steer the cart. She wanted to take Henrik, but he said it wou
