Tummy Rumblies

Just for a moment when she said she was a midwife, Emmett thought she was about to give him a baby. The thought made him laugh as he shook his head, still putting out vegetables onto the stall. "It's no problem, Miss. These are the ugly ones, anyway. They'll be kinda small n' hard to chop, but make fine stew. It's a treat." "I'll only get in trouble with the old man, and that's only if he finds out, yeah?" He smiled kindly, reaching over to bundle up a few of the potatoes into a little cloth hammock then passing them to her. "You got anything else? These times are tough for folk, 'specially if you're by yourself." He couldn't afford to give away everything on the stall, but now that he'd given one thing it was easy to think of others. Maybe she'd like some of the smaller onions, or a cabbage? He had plenty of goods from trades behind the stall, so his dad wouldn't notice, he thought. "If you need something else, maybe you can just owe me 'til you're doin' better." EMMETT You think that you're growing, but you're just tall