"Feeling better yet?"
Lifting her eyes, Flossie Wright gently asked the question, her tone as calm as ever, not evoking any particular emotion.
"Mmm." responded Janice Wood, her lips pursed slightly, giving a nod.
With a sense of relief, Flossie tossed away the weeds in her hand, glanced over the vibrant land before her, and spoke lightheartedly, "Got a story, want to hear?"
Looking at her with confusion, Janice nodded earnestly, "Mmm."
For some reason, Janice felt instinctively that Flossie was about to share more than just a simple story.
Of course, Flossie never made up tales; she seldom recalled the past, but when she did, she always recounted her own experiences. Even if she didn't star as the protagonist, and no matter how the truth might be manipulated.
That was the first time Janice had seen Flossie speak at such length.
