The Windsor Knot

by S.J. Bennett

Years ago, she had found it rather heartbreaking when he disappeared off, with who knew who, to do God knew what, leaving her in charge. A part of her was jealous, too, of the freedom, the self-determination. But he always came back, bringing with him a burst of energy that cut through the corridors of power like a brisk sea breeze. She had learned to be grateful.

It was always dangerous to give generous odds if you weren’t up to speed with the stables.

But one did what one had to. And hoped to be pleasantly surprised.

She couldn’t always do the right thing, but at least she could try.

Seven Ps: Proper Planning and Preparation Prevents Piss-Poor Performance.