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with Aaron felt like
diving into a sultry foreign land where everything tasted vividly. The touch of
his skin made her body shiver with sensations so vibrant, she thought some
nights she’d burst from her skin.
    Thinking about
Aaron constantly made every second of her day rich. When he wasn’t at her side,
away at the mill, her thoughts came back to him over and over again, delighting
her with each fresh new memory of their time together. This was being in love,
she was certain of that, and it was a life she never wanted to leave, unless of
course he would take her to a bigger town or better yet, some bustling city and
wider adventure than she could imagine - that would be the completion of all
her fondest dreams …
    “0000,
ouch!” she cried. His hands were at her waist. Coming up from behind, he sur-prised her with an affectionate hug. “You’re going
to the mill now?” she asked, looking over her shoulder into his startling
eyes.
    “Yes, and
I’ll be home for dinner, my darling. With some good news, I think.”
    “Good
news? About what?”
    “It’ll be
a surprise.”
    “I love
surprises, but I can’t wait all day long!”
    “Ah, but
you will,” he replied, turning her around, so that he could look at her
shining face. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” He leaned down and
kissed her face, not just her lips, but her eyes and her rosy cheeks and even
her fore-head.
    “I’ll
miss you,” she said, thinking of how they’d made love that morning.
    “Don’t
worry, there’s plenty of me com- ing home for some of
that stew.” His eyes twin- kled .
    Her first stew
turned out better than any-thing her novice hand had cooked for him so far. It
was a relief to both of them that she’d finally created a concoction they both
loved. Even set- tling into the domestic part of
married life was not so difficult, Everything was hers, nothing had to be
shared with sisters and brothers and her parents. And away from her father’s
stringent rules and his mean strap - could anything be more heavenly?
    Aaron held her
off from his big surprise all through their dinner meal. Abigail pried and
begged him to tell her his news, but he was com pletely mum until he’d polished every bit of food on his plate, including a second
large slab of buttered bread.
    “You’ve
got to tell me now,” she purred at him childishly.
    “You
haven’t eaten a thing, Abigail.”
    “Oh, I
can’t when I’m excited.”
    “Maybe
I’ve made too much of this.”
    “Aaron,
please,” she droned .
    “Oh, all
right,” he relented, smiling broadly - something he rarely did. “My
father’s bought a new mill in Brighton Springs. He’s giving it to me, to us.
We’ll be moving in little more than two weeks.”
    “What!
We’re moving?” She looked petrified.
    “You
always said you liked adventure,” he reminded her. “This will be a
good one.”
    “Adventure!
In that savage, backwoods valley!” Abigail shrieked.
    “My lord,
what’s wrong with you?” Aaron said, seeing the vile expression on his
bride’s face.
    “I
certainly hope you’ll turn down your father’s offer.”
    “No. I’ll
not turn it down,” Aaron replied. “It’s a generous gift, perfect for
our future and certainly not something to get upset about.” He was
completely dumbfounded over his wife’s objections.
    Abigail stewed
for a moment. The thought of moving a hundred miles away, further into the
wilds, away from any city and the kind of adventure that she desired left such
a bad taste in her mouth she wanted to spit.
    “I’ll not
go!” she announced, suddenly taking on the haughty bearing of an arrogant
child.
    “Perhaps
we should sit down and discuss it reasonably,” Aaron suggested,
maintaining his calm, even though he was about to loose patience with this unexpected performance. He’d never seen Abigail quite like
this; stubborn as she sometimes was, nothing had happened in their young marriage
to upset her so.
    “There’s
absolutely nothing to