Her men were away messing about with boats, like many in the town today. It was a silly thing to do really. Lottie was left to keep the hearth warm. The knock at the door allowed her a break from the bad vapour that came with refilling the oil lamp in the house, a mundane domestic task that Lottie didn't look forward to. She opened the door and it was two young women; she knew both women very well. One had grown considerably since she had seen her, the other -

"'Allo, Rose" she began, pleasantries were instantly forgotten when she saw the younger of the two women. "Anne!" her voice bright with joy. The last time she had seen that poor girl was -- no, she wouldn't go there. That mental wound was too fresh still, "Come on in, both of ye."