"Hall, I believe you have more pressing matters to attend to. I think I've made myself clear. You should be washing your smelly socks. Then go look after your mother. I have my own work to do." Cecilia, eager to end the conversation, stepped onto her small boat.
His attempt to grab at her clothes, combined with his incessant chatter, finally annoyed Cecilia. The oar came down directly on his head. Hall yelped in pain, lost his footing, and tumbled into the river.
Seeing Hall struggle out of the river, sneeze a few times, and then scurry home in disgrace under his mother's furious roars, she let out a shameless laugh.
She then put the unpleasant incident behind her and officially began her work.
For Cecilia, the weather today was acceptable enough.
She clasped her hands together and began reciting a prayer that was uniquely hers.
"Oh Lord, loving Father in Heaven,
Please hear Your daughter's plea in the cold of Winter.
Before I set foot upon this frozen river,
