"When it rains, it pours" Williamson says when he stops by in the morning. He has taken to doing that, to walking Rachael to work after chatting with Grace who is still at the kicthen table in her pajamas. The sisters exchange a look. Lost things either have to be found or stay lost. Williamson gives them a grin of collusion, like this is all a game they play together. He wants to fix the dryer for them, ignoring Rachael when she insists that she has the part on order and knowns how to install it when it comes. Like an eager puppy he lets it roll off his shoulders, starts on a new track about the upcoming strawberry crop, which still has months before the berries are mature enough for harvest.
A day and half. That's the point when the adrenaline stops flowing, when everyone goes home to sleep, no matter the time of day.
-from Disaster
2 comments:
I really do love this. I can't wait for the whole thing. :-)
The whole thing does not exist...
There is only about twice what you have seen so far, and those were the good parts
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