XWE DIDN'T HAVE LONG to wait.
Just after sundown, the chickens started flying around in their coop, raising a ruckus like you wouldn't believe. I came out of the bunk house fully dressed with my crutch, while Beth came out in a full-length flowered flannel nightgown with a small shotgun in her hand, boots on her feet, and her hair untied down her back.
I had to stop and look at her in the moonlight. Reminded me of Shakespeare's "Midsummer Night's Dream”, only without the shotgun.
I cleared my throat. "Unless you have some magic scatter-shot in that thing, maybe you want to consider changing into something better for handling these characters."
Beth looked down at what she was wearing, then up at me and smiled. One shimmer and she was in a long red sleeveless velveteen dress, Gothic sty
