“So you put it under your pillow and you’ll dream of your husband?” Cherie tossed the roasted chestnut up in the air. After catching it, she pulled back the covers on the bed she shared with her sister.
Alyssia nodded. “It’s true. Megan told me that she dreamt of her husband to be.” Alyssia tucked up her dark tresses into her night bonnet.
“And you believed her? She’s been telling us tales since we were children. While she can cook a fancy stew, I wouldn’t take her advice, especially not on matters of matrimonial import.”
“The chestnuts were picked at the dark of the moon, and cooked a fortnight later on a Saturday. If you put it under your pillow, you will dream of your husband to be.”
“I’d rather eat it.” Cherie slipped her night gown over her head and then put her golden hair up under her cap.
“Didn’t you have enough dinner? I saw that second helping of cake.” A sullen look spread over Alyssia's face.
“You’re just annoyed that the stable boy went off to sea without saying goodbye.”
Alyssia turned red. She tossed her chestnut across the room. Without a word she got under the covers and blew out the candle.
Cherie lay in the dark, looking out the casement at the ripe moon and wondering if she had truly said too much. With a shrug, she put the chestnut under her pillow and nestled herself in the bed.