A light drizzle had started unknowingly outside, falling like fluff down onto the glass of the warm shed, trickling down in winding trails. The roses in the garden bloomed vividly, and the sounds of the rain falling were distinct, varying in rhythm and speed.
The sky was brightening.
Yvonne Finley lay on the soft bed with no supportive strength, hands bracing against it, elbows weak. A chill came through the neckline of her dress, and the air was cool as it held the moisture.
She felt somewhat confined, and a little embarrassed.
"Caleb Baker... what are you talking about..."
He looked at her from above leisurely, his fingertip carelessly playing with the button of her dress, "Where did you hide that parcel?"
Yvonne's eyelid twitched, she averted her face unconsciously, "What..."
Her chin was caught and turned to him, "Sister, I'm not dumb."
Yvonne Finley: "..."
He lowered his head again, eyes filling with light, coaxing gently, "Put it on let me see?"
