Everything wasn’t perfect, but it was good all the same. They lost no time making arrangements in Asterley, setting the wedding a scant five weeks ahead. Nora spent her days calling on neighbours, delivering invitations by word of mouth to people who had known her from childhood. They were happy for her. They hadn’t liked the scandal of her living alone on the farm with her fiancé, with Charlie rarely visiting, even if that Fletcher fellow was working hard enough for two men and bringing in a tidy sum each week. He could turn his hand to anything, from post-hole digging to accounts. He was an unusual addition to the district, but then one never knew what the army was going to turn out. They were happy that the marriage was finally going to take place. A little licence had crept into these
