Cassy came over to the work the lands. Father not in tow, turns out he had a few strokes. As it got late, I made some shrimp and grits and we ate and watched a good movie. I remembered about what she said about making babies so we just slept and cuddled.
The next morning, I awoke to the great smell of coffee. We ate breakfast in peace and quiet. And she said this.
"I can no longer take care of Moogle. She is yours now. She is not in the flesh, but that is your problem. I will help you with the painting, but that is it."
It is sometimes hard to describe a strawberry blond blue eyed Southern girl, but Cassy fits the bill. Do not mess with them.
I never saw her again.
