Market Day
It was a beautiful spring day for Monday market. A pretty young woman in a green dress came to my stall early. “I’d like some eggs, please, ma’am, the fresher the better. I’ve asked my William to breakfast with me. Our wedding is at midsummer.” “Please call me Maude,” I said. “I am surely not much older than you.” I had eggs, fresh from our hens, gathered this morning. I wrapped them up carefully and handed them to her. “William…