In the firelight Sissy had a stature never evidenced during the day. Under the sun, she was a little creature, of polite manners and raised carriage, a prim bird not to be mocked. This night, under this moon, Sissy Le Bon filled space like a tiger and moved like flame.
“Come Rose,” she laughed, “put down the weight of your hammer! Join the circle!”
Mrs. Kindersley carefully refilled each cup upon the table. She smiled at me. “Miss Rose? Are you not tired of this place? Are you not weary of the heat and the wet and the smell? Would you not like to see better parts of this world?” I politely sipped my tea. “I hope to visit more of the world, Ma’am, than I have as yet. I thank you for your offer but I am not ready to leave home just yet. And I am not willing to leave without my family and companions.” Mrs. Kindersley’s face hardened. “That is sad,” she hissed.
“My father did not lay your brother down,” I said, “I gave him what he deserved.” The river bully sneered. “Is Red such a coward he hides behind little girls?” I picked up my hammer. “Are you so deaf you can’t understand what I tell you?”