Dawn
The man that Vincent sent over to get me took me to his place. The man looks to be in his forties, close to fifty, with a few gray strands mixing with his chocolate brown ones. He seems to be kind and approachable. We have been chatting since the time he picked me up.
“For how long have you known Vincent?” I ask him as I sip on some tea that his wife, Meredith, brewed. She is the bubbly type, and she reminds me so much of Wendy. The only difference is age.
“I have known Vincent for years. I needed some help with setting up the security system here at the farm because each week a cow or goat would go missing, and he helped greatly. I was able to catch the thief, and my animals stopped missing. By then, he wasn’t the big shot he is now.” The man grins.
“I can imagine.”
“I reme
