“What happened then?”
“Well, the next morning we were eating breakfast on the deck. I had a delicious melon from the garden. I looked up and a man and a clearly pregnant woman were walking up the lane. He was holding on her elbow and helping her along. I looked at Jeanne and she was staring at the two people. I didn’t know what to do. /Get up and help./ Ask them what they were doing./ Call the police./ Call the church. Jeanne spoke first.”
“Hi, can we help you?”
The man answered in perfectly good English with no accent at all. “I would like a place to rest. As you can see, my wife is heavy with child. We would spend the night and be gone tomorrow.”
My wife jumped out of her chair and went to the railing. “Yes, we have plenty of room for you and your wife. We have two spare bedrooms upstairs.”
“No, all we want is a barn to rest in for awhile. A little hay and water to drink would be fine.”
I opened my mouth to speak again but Jeanne was all ready talking and leaving the deck.
“We have a nice barn and plenty of hay and clean water.” She went to the other side of Mary. “Let’s go to the barn. Let me help, please.”