VIIIWILMA ALMOST ESCORTED me out the door to my pickup truck.
After she put me into a knit polo shirt under another jacket on top of some comfortable jeans. Moc-toed slip-ons instead of boots. "You're tall enough already,” she pointed out.
I'd had some comments about why all this getting dressed up and stuff, but Wilma quickly shut it down. "You're courting, remember that. Males and females of any species preen a bit - not just too much. You're both old enough to have your glands under control, but young enough to know what to do with them. Remember that."
On the drive over, I listened to her book from the second to last chapter. I liked the twist and how it ended with a surprise, even though we knew there was a happily-ever-after coming up. Maybe she could tell me how she came to that.
