so although they said little to each other, the arrangement had suited both of them for the past few weeks.
“Okay. We’ll see you later, then!”
With a cheery wave, the two women clumped across the boards and out down the steps, still in their breeches and boots. As the door opened, a swell of anticipatory noise carried into the little room. The square was full already, a local group of musicians fiddling to keep the waiting crowds happy, the air thick with laughter and catcalling.
“You not going, Sophia?” said Alice.
“I’ll have a listen out the back later on,” said Sophia. “Wind’s carrying this way.” She threaded a needle, lifted another damaged book, and added quietly, “I’m not crazy about places where there are crowds.”
* * *
• • •
Perhaps as a kind of concession, Sophia propped the back door open with a book and allowed the sound of the fiddle to creep in, her foot finding it impossible not to tap along occasionally. Alice sat on the chair in the corner, her writing paper on her lap, trying to compose a letter to Gideon, but her pen kept stilling in her hand. She had no idea what to tell him. Everyone in England believed she was enjoying an exciting cosmopolitan life in an America full of huge cars and high times. She didn’t know how to convey to her brother the truth of her situation.
Behind her, Sophia, who seemed to know the tunes to everything, hummed along with the fiddle, sometimes allowing her voice to act as a descant, sometimes adding a few lyrics. Her voice was soft and velvety and soothing. Alice put down her pen and thought a little wistfully of how nice it would be to be out there with her husband of old, the one who had taken her in his arms and whispered lovely things in her ears and whose eyes had promised a future full of laughter and romance, instead of the one she caught looking at her occasionally with bemusement, as if he couldn’t work out how she had got there.
“Good evening, ladies.” The door closed gently behind Fred Guisler. He was wearing a neatly pressed blue shirt and suit trousers, and removed his hat at the sight of them. Alice startled slightly at the unexpected sight of him without his habitual checked shirt and overalls. “Saw the light was on, but I have to say I didn’t expect to find you in here this evening. Not with our local entertainment and all.”
“Oh, I’m not really a fan,” said Alice, who folded away her writing pad.
“You can’t be persuaded? Even if you don’t enjoy cowboy tricks, Tex Lafayette has a heck of a voice. And it’s a beautiful evening out there. Too beautiful to spend in here.”
“That’s very kind but I’m just fine here, thank you, Mr. Guisler.”
Alice waited for him to ask the same of Sophia, then grasped, with a slightly sick feeling, that of course it was obvious to everyone but her why he wouldn’t, why the others hadn’t pressed her to go with them either. A square full of drunk and rowdy young white men would not be a safe place for Sophia. She realized suddenly that she wasn’t entirely sure what was a safe place for Sophia.
“Well, I’m going to take a little stroll down to watch. But I’ll stop by later and drive you home, Miss Sophia. There’s a fair bit of liquor flying around that square tonight and I’m not sure it’ll be a pleasant place for a lady come nine o’clock.”
“Thank you, Mr. Guisler,” said Sophia. “I appreciate it.”
* * *
• • •
You should go,” said Sophia, not looking up from her stitching, as the sound of Fred’s footsteps faded down the dark road.
Alice shuffled some loose sheets of paper. “It’s complicated.”
“Life is complicated. Which is why finding a little joy where you can is important.” She frowned at one of her stitches and unpicked it. “It’s hard to be different from everyone around here. I understand that. I really do. I had a very different life in Louisville.” She let out a sigh. “But those girls care about you. They are your friends. And you shutting yourself off from them ain’t going to make things any easier.”
Alice watched as a moth fluttered around the oil lamp. After a moment, unable to bear it, she cupped it carefully in her hands, walked to the partially open door and released it. “You’d be here by yourself.”
“I’m a big