“That crazy woman,” Silas grumbles. “If she gets a wild hair and does something and fucks her shoulder up even more, her doctor is gonna riot.” The thought of anyone talking to Aunt Dixie like that brings a smile to my face. “I’d pay to see that,” I murmur. “She’d hear him out and then she’d hand him his own ass, and he’d say thank you by the time she was done.”
