*Thor*
“So what is she like ?” She asks.
I glance over at the woman striding beside me along the crowded street, her level gaze as questioning as her voice. I have never before spoken to a woman without having to lower my eyes. I like that I can look directly into hers. I also like that I don’t have to shorten my stride to accommodate her gait. Her long legs easily keep pace with mine, or they would if my steps weren't hampered by a slight limp. Even with the walking stick, my thigh and backside periodically protest my movements.
The hat she wears bears no frills whatsoever. No ribbons, no flowers, no bows. It reminds me of something a farmer might wear as he plows his fields. I suppose she doesn’t have enough hair to hold a hatpin, so keeping a more fashionable lady's hat in place woul
