"What are you going to say to her?" he asked."I'm not sure. I'm sorry?" she answered.As Fran got out of the van, she noticed an older man in the yard ...ext door, wearing a straw hat. He was kneeling on a pad, the same green color as the grass, and pulling weeds from a flowerbed. He looked over, studying the arrivals. Fran smiled and waved. He waved back but kept studying the strangers without smiling.Fran walked around to where Tim was waiting. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed his hand and they. She was worried. She wanted to look her very best for Him. She anticipated this moment and now that it had arrived, she wasn’t sure she could go through with it. She assessed herself in the mirror. She wasn’t half-bad looking for her age. Her hair was still long, thick, and a rich honey blond color. She was gray, mostly on her crown and hairline, but the colorist was excellent and she was pleased with the results. He hopefully wouldn’t notice the few gray hairs peeking through. Although her. Ok I can get out of tonight by insulting her rat. And I will fake an injury in the morning and go to the doctors and get tested.Now as for the evidence, George has his friend that runs a PI firm. I guess I need to see who it is before I can plot my revenge.When we get home, she starts trying to get me going, but I tell her, "I am not in the mood after being yelled at because of a furry rat."Her eyes get cold and she said, "I don't want to even touch you right now."I said, "Good go sleep with. Frost didn't go there. No one in the village saw anyone matching Frosty's description or saw a roadrunner. Besides, the trip down there would have been suicidal. That's just my opinion." D decided to ask away. "How about to the north or east?" "North we have a mountain range. A roadrunner could never traverse it. Yes, we did check in that direction." "And east?" "Nothing but snow and ice, that is it. Pure, simple, and endless Greenland for hundreds of miles. A few of our teepees are out that.