Blackbeak Bluff prayer circle

generationally, purposefully or otherwise, the saltwives had passed down a healthy if subtle disdain for men.
mireille found she liked bartholomew very much, but his faltering, embarrassed response was the true draw. she giggled as he floundered; his flustering kept her riveted.
"wives do not be havin' not'ing to do with not'ing," she brashly declared. "my sister was a girl last year. now she be a woman an' mot'er. no husband."
a red brow arched. "you did not say no."