I can see the flicker from my living room window, especially on this blackened night. I know it’s that damn candle. The flame is flickering like a bolt of lightning piercing through the sky.
I can’t understand why Mona wanted someone to take care of the horses. I was still capable after my heart attack.
Dang, doesn’t that cowhand get it??? That barn could go up in flames in a minute and light up the sky.
My patience is wearing thin.
But, I’m reduced to silence. I know what she’ll say.
“No need to worry, honey, it’ll be fine.” “Relax.”