“Dear, are you sure you don’t need to see a doctor about your knees? Is anything else starting to hurt?” Scott asked his wife when she joined him in the old-fashioned formal dining room.
Before replying, she placed a carrot and raisin salad in a pretty cut-glass bowl on the modest pine table.
“Only my pride, as they say. Seriously, I scraped my knees and had a bit of a scare, but I feel blessed it wasn’t any worse. Don’t worry about me, please. You have enough on your plate these days.”
Rosamund came in with the roast potatoes and slipped into her seat, placing a napkin neatly onto her lap.
“What do you have to worry about these days, Scott? Has something happened I don’t know about?” she said.
Scott held a chair for Naidenne and took his place at the table.
“Now, how in the world could anything happen around here without you knowing about it, Rosie? Remember how I called you Nosey Rosie when we were kids? Some things just never change.”
“Stop being silly and ask the blessing before the food gets cold,” his sister scolded.
Following Scott’s brief prayer, while the dishes of food were being passed, Rosamund again asked what was causing him concern.
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