Swept Away. Gwynne Forster

you from?”

      She told him, and watched him shake his head, seemingly in dismay. “No wonder. Them city fellows don’t know a woman when they sees one. You better get started. Raising young’ uns ain’t easy when you get older. Takes more energy than you got. Get yerself a good man ’fore you too old to find one.” He looked closely at her. “You got one, ain’t you?”

      What could she say? There was someone who could fill her life with all it lacked, all she desired, but he was just another of her dreams.

      “There is someone, but I have no hope for an enduring relationship with him.”

      The old man cocked an eyebrow and rubbed the gray stubble that grew from his jaw. “He ain’t married or engaged, is he?”