Hudson sat with Scarlett, Adele, and Gramps in church, having listened to the two women chatter about the upcoming goat yoga class for the quick drive down the canyon. And yesterday. And most of Friday.
He wasn’t tired of it, just a little frustrated that goats had stolen his time with Scarlett. Baby goats. Adele and Scarlett had gone to town and bought a bunch of yoga mats with the cash he’d given her from the sale of the cars. She’d also bought him new wood for the signs, and the amount of work that loomed before him threatened to overwhelm him.
He appreciated Sunday, because he didn’t have to worry about work. About paying bills. About anything. Inside the church where they sat, he wasn’t troubled with worldly things. He refused to let them disturb his day of rest.
Scarlett scooted c
