Joseph resisted the urge to get up and pace as he checked his pocket watch for the umpteenth time. He still could not read the face and didn’t care. It was something to do to help pass the time. A way to occupy his mind and keep the anxiety from becoming too much.
Stars twinkled in the pond; a near perfect reflection of the night sky. Every now and then, a pair of ducks sent ripples along the surface, an occasional quack joining the abundant choir of frogs and crickets. It was just the sort of thing he would have enjoyed had he not been so worried.
Tonight was their only chance.
And if Ephraim didn’t show…
“He’ll show,” Joseph muttered, tired of the doubting thought.
“Of course,” came an unexpected reply.
Joseph jumped off the bench and whirled around to see his beloved standing ther
