She bit her lip and looked at the boy who slept peacefully in her arm. "Jacob is a quiet boy," she started, "He is no trouble to me... Ye see, he's only a fortnight old and..." she stopped, looking away from her son and off to the side, trying to hold herself together... "I suppose me ma might watch him." Ruth wasn't sure she liked leaving the boy with anyone just yet, but she would probably have to, she thought. "I don't want ta impose on anybody, so I've been carryin' him around wit' me wherever I go." She didn't think he wanted to know about her husband, but anything was possible at this point.