Herb Woman

Herb Woman "She was nigh onto a hundred." "Aye. Roots drying under the bed. Teas simmering on the stove." "Aye. She was a good herb woman. Make a study of roots and such." "Doctored herself, they say." 'They say she doctored everybody in the county, one time or another.' "But she killed her boy, you know." "WhaWhat 's that you say?" "She killed her boy. I heard Ma tell it. He got sick sudden. A terrible fever. She give him the wrong thing. Or too much." "Still had his little boots in the trunk." "Brand new, they say. Saving them for church and such." "She rued the boots. Always shining them. Telling about them over and over." "Rued his death, too, I'd say. For more than seventy years." -Elizabeth Howard 23 ...