“Do you know what bothers me the most about this?”
He did not. There were a great many things that bothered her. And what bothered her the most about any one of them at any given moment depended almost entirely upon, as far as he could tell, the weather. And since there were no windows here to look through nor doors to open nor radio to listen to that would tell him the weather, and since admitting that he did not know what she was thinking would set a match to the dry-wood scaffolding so rec...
Published on February 09, 2017 18:31