“None yet. I am a beginner at marriage. Sharing my home with a mother-in-law who still seems to hope her daughter might marry better than she did. And a little scoundrel of a sister-in-law who thinks her sister stole the prize. If I were Jacob, I think I should labor the extra seven years and marry her as well.” “Quite a confession, from a man whose life’s work is avoiding enemies. Leah and Rachel were always at one another’s necks, as I recollect.” Carruth smiled. “Ah. But they never blamed Jacob, did they? Bartered mandrakes for the right to sleep with him.”
