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Chapter 11 She had to admit to some trepidation when she and Charlotte parted ways to freshen up before tea. She headed for the cabin. David should be back by now. Best to get this over with. He was sitting on the porch, whistling as he bent over his wood-working project. A case of new tools lay near his feet. He looked up at her approach. “Hello, dear, did you have a good—” He broke off. “What on earth have you done to your hair?” He dropped his knife and stood. She took a deep breath and carefully removed her hat so as not to muss the style. “A woman at the barber shop cut it for me. I am quite happy with it. What do you think?” He came up close, walking around her to inspect it from all sides. Concordia stayed still, hoping… “She did an excellent job,” he said at last. “Just like t