She sat beside you on her bedroll, Letting you peek past her arm as a smile played on her face, her fingers softly grazing the pages as she read to you.

You’d never learned to read, Never having the privilege of working up the courage to ask Hosea to teach you. Yet, Mary-Beth didn’t seem to mind reading for you.

“..And so, His hands guided her to the court and swept her away..”

She read, pausing as you said something like.

“And then what happened? What, Mary-Beth?”