Sapphira sat amongst the other mothers, while little Jeremiah nestled among the children, listening as Wisteria's finest tale-bearer wove her stories, as beautifully as ever.
Zuri and his brother sat at the far end, his usual place.
The tale she told was not new. It was one she had told before—the Hound and his lover.
However, for the family who had come to Wisteria for the first time, it was their first hearing of the tale. Several times, Jeremiah sprang up to counter her words, insisting that the Hound of Zebulon had no lover!
Yet when asked how he could be so certain, he would look toward his mother and father—and fall silent.
"When do you intend to reveal it all to her?" Ethan asked as they listened to Damaris. "You cannot hide it forever."
"I know that," Zuri said, his gaze upon the woman. "I will tell her when the time is right."
"I am certain you must have had the time, over these months you have been with her," Ethan pressed.
