It was the first time since her babes were born that she had left her house. With her brother off to do his work somewhere, she had asked a neighbor to look after the twins for a time so she could get a break and do some much-needed marketing. With a basket slung over her arm, she purchased her favorite, some Scotch Eggs, knowing she would eat them before she got home, and then was on her way to the next stall over.

She was singing softly as she moved about the market, purchasing fabric here and some yarn there, and foodstuffs to take home with her.