With a slight shrug of her shoulders, the shirt fell to the kitchen floor. She strolled that stripped nude sweet body straight past me to the coffee ...aker and filled her mug then turned back to me. “Who were you on the phone with?” she asked me.“Oh, just my brother Dewey.”“So is your last name Cox?” she asked.“No,” I laughed. “It’s Moresby, Danny Moresby, DJ to my family and anyone who knows me well enough,” sticking out my hand to shake hers. “Patricia Xavier-Haynes,” she answered and. Some days I’ve been bursting to tell you!”We had to kill and smoke the turkeys in hickory as we couldn’t keep feeding them our grains through the winter. They were a good size now. Mataoka thoughtfully suggested we capture a hen when the poults were a lot bigger this coming year, so we wouldn’t have to feed them so much, so early. We ate a lot of turkey and deer, and I went out to hunt a couple of times to restock our larder.The winter seemed colder and longer than down on the frontier, and it. He was my long-lost lover come back to me from a hundred eons, and a million miles away. And all that mattered was that he was here now. But we also talked about the fact that I was only visiting my sister for a couple weeks – that I lived five hours away and wouldn’t be here long. And I thought that was okay – that it must be meant to be brief. But he said knowing that made his heart hurt. I wish he hadn’t said that. Because then I thought he wanted it to last. And I wish I’d never thought. But that’s a story she’s not ready for. I turn into the lot of a small townhouse complex and she guides me to her unit (hehe c’mon that’s funny). As I pull into the designated spot and expect her to exchange her pleasantries and ‘peace out my whip’ (I know y’all, I got jokes) she turns to me and smiles that cute little crooked smile. Her teeth are perfect, her eyes are blue, she wears makeup, but not too much. I didn’t notice before. Maybe I was too insecure or too shy to really look at her.