“I don’t see the relevancy, but Salad. Can we get the actual matter rolling?”
“Sure.” I replied with a very genuine smile, enjoying the stupidity in my childish curiosity, “One last thing, an untamed horse or an ass as a travel companion?”
“My Queen, Sorry to break it to you but it is one of you both who wants my support. Not the other way. So, no, I am not taking part any further in your investigation of my personality choice.”
She was razor sharp in her observation, although I was sure that she almost pronounced Mc D in a whim of anger instead of My Queen. Maybe she was just hungry. The poor Olivia soul of a witch.
The door unfastened and I was surprised to come face to face with someone who has a permanent spot in my dear–to–heart–list, someone who hasn’t given a damn about me in
