Nothing on the gray rocker, onward, ever onward I continued.
“Holy s**t! What in Christ’s name has she done now? Thumb tacks!”
I pulled a couple of the pointed objects from my left forearm, before feeling carefully in front of me. They were everywhere. A field of tiny pungy sticks was waiting for an unsuspecting soldier. Carefully, I gathered every one that was within my reach before moving ahead. Progress was slowed because of her battle defenses, but I inched along. Like the tortoise and the hare, I was slow, but I would prevail. When I reached the wall, I’d leave the collected tacks well out of my way. It’s funny that every time I missed one of those spiked objects with my hands, my knees would find them. It never failed.
The sofa was next. After checking out the perimeter, a close
