Beth s ArmChapter 17
"How's the stove working, Annie?" Beall asked as he squatted before it and fiddled with the doors. "Fine, fine, leave it be. It was jus' like I want it," replied the young woman, pulling her dress down as she rolled out of her rope bed. "How'd you get that bruise on your shoulder? I do that?" "None a'your business, Alexander Beall. I don't have to tell you everything jes' cause we roll in the quilts from time to time and you brung, brought me this here little stove." Annie...