were a mite heavier than I credited.” “As long as you’re not hurt. You’re not, are you?” She studied her mother’s face for a giveaway twitch in her poor eye. Unlike her father—God rest his soul—her mother would make a lacking card shark. “I’m fine. Truly.” A weak smile lifted the right side of Mam’s mouth. With no accompanying twitch. Johanna let out a breath and grabbed a broom from the corner. First, she’d tackle scooping
