"They are well. They've both discovered their feet recently." She gave a tired smile. "I've moved into a cottage and have taken on work as a laundress elsewhere..." She sighed softly. She was lucky not to be pregnant again, thank goodness she had her menses during the several months since the disaster with the widower, Fred, who seemed to have left town without a word. She was still feeling reproach from that.

"I am glad ye're well, father," she said softly. She glanced toward the booths and grimaced, then, for it was the reason she came to the church in the first place. She was finally ready to confess the sins of flesh and such, as embarrassing as that was.