All Elaine could think on the way to town was something about Anthony. Mostly how much she enjoyed the feeling of his lips against hers. She remembered the way his hand felt on her back and the way he looked at her. As if it was something real...but she didn't know if that was possible. Was it possible to go against what her entire community believed? Apparently it was, because she just had, yet there was no guilt, just joy.<br/><br/>The ride wasn't that long with a horse, only around fifteen minutes, but by foot it would have taken her around 2 hours to accomplish. She parked the carriage by the local grocer and went inside. She picked up  herbs, more bandages, and alcohol just in case. She also grabbed more rags for washing him up. She went to the front counter where Mr. Bennet was waiting for her and he wrote down her items and prices.<br/><br/>"I owe your mother, don't I Miss Elaine", he glanced at her as she nodded a bit and he smiled. He was always nice to her and her mother, helped them with everything, but he usually ended up giving her mother credit in the store for all the milk she had given him. He was an old man who lived alone, no one bothered him but he helped everyone out. "Thank you Mr. Bennet." she said as she left the store. She loaded up the carriage and turned it towards the road that led out of town.