The brothers entered the hotel and found a table. Sarah Livingston had her back turned delivering a plate of food. She turned and saw Charles.
“Well, hello Mr. Sage,” she said, the smile taking over her entire face. “So you’ve decided to come to the Union to get a decent meal.”
“Oh, I’ve heard the Union meals are great, but I’m sure they won’t equal my Sunday meals,” Charles said with a grin, then added. “Sarah Livingston, I’d like for you to meet my brother Samuel. He’s considering a move to Forsythe and has come to visit me.”
Samuel and Sarah exchanged greetings; she took their orders and left to deliver their requests to the cook.
“She’s a fine-looking lady,” Samuel said, with a glint in his eyes, “a friend of yours?”
“Well. Yes. A friend,” Charles said. “Her son Ezekial, h
