First time in the Town
I can remember the first time I ventured to Town with my mother. How I delighted in all the sights and city sounds, so different from our country home. Mother was good and indulged me at the market, both of us sampling some colorful candied fruits and laughing at the strange purple eggplant drops. We stopped by the stables so I could speak to the horses; I have always had an affinity with animals. Mother had business at the Town Hall, of what I do not know for I was far too young to be concerned with such matters. I do remember seeing her forehead wrinkle in worry after the visit, but as a child I quickly forgot, and now will never know what concerned her.