"I mean that you lost your chance, peasant!" Mark started to storm out, ignoring both Debbie and her mother, Amy.
"I don't understand," Debbie pleaded. "What happened? Why do you hate me so?"
Mark's back went rigid and he turned around, clenching his fists. "I SAW you, Debbie." Debbie heard her mother gasp as Mark continued, "With Taveryn! Perhaps next time you want to roll in the hay, you might take better care to look around!"
"But... but..." Debbie tried to think quickly of something to say that would appease Mark.
"Save your pleading for Taveryn," he said harshly. Then sadly, he looked at her. "I was going to take you away from here. I was going to make you my wife." He shook his head. "I wash my hands of you both!"
As Mark walked out the door, Amy stormed over to her spoiled daughter and put her hands on her hips. "Well I hope you're happy now!"
All that hard work with Grocer down the drain, Amy thought sourly. All because Debbie got too hot for her britches!
After all, why did it matter if she had a friendship with him if her mother was handling the business!
Orb's Year 910
"Of course, Grandma Amy!" Cade replied eagerly. "Always listen to my mama and dad and to make sure I don't pick a lazy wife!"
"Mother!" Beth Ann called out across the room in exasperation.
"Well, it's the truth, isn't it, Braden?" Amy asked. "A lazy wife makes more work for the man of the house!"
Braden laughed. "What if that makes the husband lazy?"
"Then he wasn't raised proper and his Grandmother never told him to not be lazy!" She squinted at him sternly, "Do I need to tell you not to be a lazy husband?"
"Of course not, Grandma! Ask dad, I'm a hard-worker!"
Able nodded in agreement. "He is at that! I find I have to wake up much earlier to beat him to the fields!"
"Good. Good." Grandma Amy said, smiling at her family. "Beth Ann, dear. You've done a good job. We've yet to see about that gal you have growing, but your boys are fine young men."
Beth Ann was touched by her mother's rare compliment. "Thank you, mama!"
She knew they saw her gruffness as disapproval, but it was a tough world and they needed to be even tougher to handle the messes that would come there way.
Well, it was all out of her hands now...
Amy Baker, Celestial Orb Years' 866-910
Debbie was alone...
Orb's Year 911
Good thing she knew where she stood with Brand, Debbie thought, or she'd make a fool of herself, trailing after him like Carrie did to his father.
"I came to encourage you to stop seeing Brand," Carrie said bluntly. "Mother's not around to give you guidance anymore, so it's up to me. Brand is a married man and is devoted to his heir."
Debbie liked how Carrie didn't say he was devoted to his wife. She held in a snicker. Well, he couldn't be all that devoted if he spent many a night here!
Debbie shrugged. "He's a grown man and he can do as he like."
Carrie was gazing at her sister's belly. "I came to tell you what a mess it can be when you tie yourself to an unavailable man. But, perhaps you already know..."
Debbie's hand drifted to her belly. Perhaps she hadn't been putting on weight from all the taste-testing she'd been doing. She wondered if Brand had noticed...
Mark Grocer was out of the question, so Debbie called up the gypsy who could conjure a match.
Orb's Year 912
Sheldon patted Debbie on the back. He'd received her request for help and had felt honor-bound to come to her assistance. It was a hard world for a woman alone with two young babes.
Debbie stared in amazement. Just 5 seconds alone with Fay and the girl was putty in his hands! Tears sprang to her eyes. "I can't believe it! I've been trying all morning!" she said.
Sheldon glanced over and quietly said, "Sometimes it takes a new face. Go rest, I'll watch the girls for you."
Debbie gratefully trotted upstairs and laid down for a blessed nap.
Sheldon squeezed Debbie's hands that rested in his. "I would be honored. Who could turn down such a damsel in distress?"