Part 31 (1/2)
”Do you mean to say that in England an unmarried woman can openly discuss this intimate topic?”
Isabelle sounded stunned. Judith laughed. ”Nay, it isn't discussed at all, and my mother would be most unhappy if she knew what I was learning.”
”Would she punish you?”
”Yes.”
'''You took quite a risk for your friend.”
”She would do the same for me,” Judith answered.
Isabelle stared at Judith a long minute, then slowly nodded. ”I don't understand such friends.h.i.+p between women, but I envy the trust you have in Frances Catherine. You put yourself at risk for her and tell me she would do the same for you. Yes, I do envy such loyalty.”
”Didn't you have friends when you were growing up?”
”Only relatives about,” Isabelle answered. ”And my mother, of course. She was sometimes like a friend to me, when I was older and more of a help to her.”
Isabelle stood up and reached for her plaid. The top of her head only reached Judith's chin, and her middle seemed to be twice the size of Frances Catherine's.
”Do you have friends here?”
”Winslow is my dearest friend,” Isabelle answered. ”The women here are kind to me, but we're all kept busy with our ch.o.r.es and there really isn't time to socialize.”
Judith watched in amazement as the woman deftly wrapped the long narrow strip of material around and around herself. When she was finished, she was wearing a plaid from shoulders to ankles, with perfectly even pleats that widened over her swollen belly.
”You're very easy to talk to,” Isabelle remarked in a shy whisper. ”Frances Catherine must be happy to have your company. She needs someone besides Patrick to talk to,” she added. ”I think she's had a difficult time making her place here.”
”Why do you suppose that is?” Judith asked.
”Some of the older women think she's uppity,” Isabelle said.
”Why?”
”She keeps to herself,” Isabelle explained. ”I think she's homesick for her family.”
”Are you homesick for your family?”
”At times I am,” Isabelle admitted. ”But Winslow's aunts have been most kind to me. Would you tell me what other suggestions this midwife had? Does she believe in using the birthing hook?” Isabelle turned to straighten the covers on the bed, but not before Judith saw the fear in her eyes.
”How would you know about such a thing?”
”Agnes showed it to me.”
”Good G.o.d,” Judith whispered before she could stop herself. She took a deep breath to rid herself of her anger. She wasn't there to cause trouble, and knew it wouldn't be at all appropriate to criticize the methods the mid wives used here. ”Maude doesn't believe in using the birthing hook,” she said. She kept her voice even, almost pleasant. ”She says it's barbaric.”
Isabelle didn't show any reaction to that explanation. She continued to ask Judith questions. Every now and again she'd bite on her lower lip and sweat would break out on her brow. Judith thought the discussion was upsetting her.
Winslow and Iain still hadn't come back inside. When Judith made that mention to Isabelle, she laughed again. ”My husband is probably enjoying the peace outside. I've been difficult to get along with lately.”
Judith laughed. ”It must be a common affliction, Isabelle. Frances Catherine said the exact same thing to me not an hour ago.”