The chickens and rabbits are fed. I’m spent. I plop down into my weathered, sun-faded lawn chair by the fire pit and let my eyes close.
“So… I have an issue,” Bex announces to my shut eyelids.
Here we go. Bring one woman into the mix and suddenly I can’t get a moment’s peace. “…Yeah?” I grumble, making it clear I don’t care.
Something tugs at the swollen, …
