June’s POV
We woke up to a soft rapt on the door, a familiar voice calling out. “June, Hank? Then fellers that came into town said you’d both be here.” Paul Junior called out, making Hank moan and stretch beside me.
“Give us a second.” I called out to him, Hank pulling a blanket off and walking to the door as he wrapped himself.
“Yes, Junior?” He asked, his voice groggy from the sleep we had just gotten.
“Here; my pa thought you both might need some new britches, especially with all the blood he saw on ya this morning.”
“Thanks, kid.” Hank took something from the other side of the door, the blanket slipping slightly.
“I’m also to tell ya that the picture is gonna start soon, and half the town is already there.”
“f**k! Is it that late already?!” I called out, standing up and starting
