Jeremiah Was a bullfrog             

by  sloanranger

Part Five

"And to you, Sir. Please, sit down, Jeremiah."

Felicity indicated a chair at her table. "I'll have a good stew for you in minutes."

It was not a wonder that no one had accepted him in his youth. His enormous, bulging eyes matched the stupendous Adam's apple in his throat.

"I did not come here to eat, Felicity," he said.

"No, I expect not," she said, her voice tremulous.

"But you'll not turn down a bowl of my fine stew on such an blustery eve'n as this?"

"Well, 'tis very cold outside," he allowed, sociably enough. He seated himself.

"Now Isaiah is gone, I expect you'll be leaving us." He began.

"And where would I be going, Sir, a woman alone?" Felicity inquired.

"To join your daughter, no doubt. I understand the Providence settlement is taking newcomers," Jeremiah answered evenly.

His Adam's apple was bobbing considerably; the man really was most ill favored.

(To be continued).