Maybe it's a miracle

RHETT

We broke the hug and I led them inside. I wasn’t glad that Andy came with her, because I hate him as much as I hate Ricky and I believe my hate for him is justifiable because you can’t hate a master and hate his servant.

Offered a seat in the room, they sat side by side, while I sat on a small sofa, facing them, with sad look of a mourning fellow on my face.

Cassey had the basket she brought with her dropped at the centre table, which grimed with sweet smelling glass oil which the servants of the fort had used in polishing it clean.

“How have you been, brother?” Cassey posed with so much words left in her lips.

Had I gone pale and weak with mourning for crying out loud, she would have had so much to say, and she could have said everything without hold any of them back in her mouth with her lips tight.

Well, I did mourn Gova. I did feel her absence. I did cry my eyes out when the priest set fire to her funeral pyre, but I knew I was not meant to exceed the boundaries of mourning