I JUST KNEW IT WOULD BE THAT WAY
Will washed up and sat down at the big black walnut table he had made fifteen years back. Martha had his plate piled high with biscuits, gravy, vegetables and bacon, a cup of coffee with the pot setting on a trivet near him for refilling. "Honey this looks fit for a king. Could I have a little Syrup?" "Of course." "What have you been doing all day?" Martha wondered to herself if that phrase was written on men's tongues and it just rolled around and off when they came home from work. "Nothing... Sign in to see full entry.