Peggy hung back as the others left, returning chairs to where they belonged and collecting cream soda empties.
Becky lined up the empties in the washer racks that would strip the labels and sterilize the bottles for the next usage. She really should go upstairs, but she wasn’t sure what she’d find. A part of her wondered if Harry would be dressed and packed, just awaiting the end of the knitting group to say goodbye. Some irrational part of her wondered if he’d gone out through the hayloft and down the back stairs. Even though she knew that he’d never do anything so cowardly, a part of her had to clamp back on the panic of that possibility.
She finally came to a halt by the mash tun. There was still a full pallet of barley that Harry had unloaded and stacked that should be processing now
