A boy wanted to keep company, father said.
“He’s a good lad, son of the baker, Tom Woods”
Father organised a meeting for us. James was to call after church on Sunday and wander with me in the garden.
“I brought you this” said young James. He handed over a loaf of bread, freshly baked.
“I baked it myself, my papa showed me how”.
Such a humble gift, but I received it graciously.
“Mary, We shall have tea and bread in the garden”.
The bread was presented with the tea, I saw it at once. My heart was won.
word count 99
Done for Friday Fictioneers