Free The Fancy by Mercedes Keyes, Lawrence James Page A

head, “I'on like this, but – I'mo
    clean my hand, an' do what I see my mama do, I ask
    her once, why she do it, she say, to feel where the
    baby head at. You gone let me? I's gone hurt a lil' but
    I be careful.”
    “Yes Suga, I let you. I feel so free Suga, so free
    – how odd, how positively strange, yet - good - I ain't
    feelin' no pain, nowhere - no ma'am, emmm.”
    Suga smiled, glad she came.
    Three and a half hours later, Erwin and El en
    Udora Murray had a healthy screaming baby boy. As
    for his mother, there was little to none screaming
    for his mother, there was little to none screaming
    from her, the entire time, just barely a few cries as
    she pushed him into the world. After al was said and
    done, she too was healthy, happy and smiling. She
    remained relaxed and at ease and in awe of it al
    and more in love with her husband. Suga figured
    she'd never heard a woman say she love her man so
    much, but it was good stil the same to see, both
    were so happy, they were crying over their precious
    newborn. El en felt so good, she was hugging Suga,
    holding her hand, thanking her repeatedly as if she'd
    found her long lost friend – asking if there was
    anything they could do for them once she was al
    cleaned up and settled in her fresh clean bed -
    courtesy of Suga.
    As the carriage pul ed away later that
    afternoon, Suga sat tal and proud to be in
    possession of three more gowns to wear, new
    beautiful gowns that had never been worn; two pairs
    of shoes and a ladies matching, winter cloak and
    bonnet – which she wore as they left. Quinton
    received a promise from Erwin that he'd be there
    first thing to get started on a proper chicken coop; no
    fox could get through – as wel a reasonable size
    smoke house. Quinton and Suga learned that the
    Murrays were not poor by any means, just starting
    out new. Parents of both had sent them off with more
    than plenty to get them started on a good footing
    where ever they decided to set down and root.
    El en was an exceptional seamstress, eager to
    get started on her own dress shop there in Weaver
    Port.
    In journey to their new home, she had sat for
    hours, sewing, making new things, two of which went
    to Suga. As for Erwin, he was quite the
    carpenter/builder – he too would get his start there.
    The husband and wife would design furniture
    together, as wel as pursuing other plans. They
    vowed loyalty to the doctor and his assistant mid-
    wife, saying to them as they departed, "Whatever
    you need, if it is within our power to provide, we wil ;
    that is our promise to you."
    With Quinton driving the carriage, Suga sat
    back, grinning to herself, feeling proud, stil a tad bit
    high from starting the pipe for El en, where instead of
    blowing it out, she kept a bit back to relax herself. In
    a state of slight euphoria, Suga felt such pride, she
    could not stop from smiling; she even giggled once,
    covering her mouth bashful y.
    Quinton, beside her, leaned down and looked
    at her, smiled and then turned back to watching the
    road, nodding to anyone he passed on their way
    back home. After much thought on the matter, he
    spoke up, “Your pride is wel deserved, very wel
    deserved – for once, al there was for me to do, was
    keep the husband calm, sit with him through it, I
    didn't mind that, I didn't mind it at al Suga, not one
    bit. I predict, they wil become close associates with
    us. Those gowns her husband unpacked for you,
    they are quite the way. When might I chance to see
    you in one?” He asked, flirting, enjoying the two of
    them strol ing back together. He found it a welcome
    change from her waiting for him, and him, wondering
    if she was okay, home alone.
    “One day.” She murmured softly, blushing - she
    couldn't look his way for grinning so wide, she
    wanted to laugh, but dare not, he might think she had
    gone daft on him, when in truth, her joy came from
    within. Her happiness stemmed from being with him,
    and then to have been taken along and to have
    helped