Did she just-" "Yes." "But I don't-" "Yes you do. We both stink." "Well, I'm not-" "Yes. You are." He huffed. "You wont let-" "No. No complaining. Let's go." I grabbed a clean shirt and pants from my saddlebags. "Well, she could have handled it better," he grumped. "No. She couldn't." He settled into a sulky silence as we visited the bathhouse.
Maria V. SnyderThere is a reason for everything. You might not be able to figure it out, and time might have made us all forget it, but the reason is there all the same.
Maria V. Snyder