*Oliver*
Waiting for a contrary fish to finally take a snap at the bait, I sit on a boulder, shoulders hunched, elbows resting on my thighs, and the pole clasped between my hands. My mind is not on the task; I am very aware of the occasional nibble.
It took the two of us, Seraphine and me, working as a team, working together, each carrying a bunched-up end of the humongous amount of cloth, to get her balloon to the main chamber of my sanctuary, where she spreaded it out over the floor to dry. Me having so little furniture is to her advantage, although she does relocate my books, so they are along the wall and no longer in her way. I built up the fire for her so the heat would eclipse the cold to such a degree that the material would dry more quickly.
Her attachment to the boldly colored
