Chapter Fifty Seven
The Pony Cart
Tuesday a delivery driver drops off a large box – Christy’s pony cart. I have him leave it near the shed.
Miss Evers comes the next day and with eagerness opens and assembles. Yes, the former farm girl is mechanically inclined, hastily laboring with screw driver and wrench as a naked Christy looks on, not fully aware that the two wheeled vehicle will soon become a means of conveyance... with her conveying.
Unfortunately, as completion nears, I must depart for work. But it is with great interest that I watch as a bridled Christy is returned to wrist cuffs, not a word of protest uttered, most compliant with a governing woman.
With hands held high behind the back, cuffs secured to the bridle collar, an obedient pony is led to the prongs of the cart wh
