Chapter 62

CUTLER

"Define argued", I practically growled over the phone.

"That thing you both do when you are upset. It's only for five months for pit's sake"

Five months of torture if we were looking at it correctly.

"I'm not sticking around to be the next mayor of Whoville"

With the hot air, too much fucking sun while we were at it, being a country bumpkin was the last thing on my mind let alone being a mayor.

"You do know that's not its name right?"

I knew but I still pretended not to, to erase all the years of solitude in this forbid place.

While others fell for the old country charm, I considered myself an odd ball who atleast could tolerate the bustle and hustle of the city than the sound of sheep bleating in the middle of the night.

Because that was Willow Way summed up in a night. With sheep bleating.

Willow Way was a typical town in an even dead part of the county where nothing happened.

Frightfully boring.

I would have probably said those two words about the town had I been called in