Something weird is going on with Abby. She’s been moody as hell for weeks. She cried herself to sleep last night and this morning she refused to go help Momma sell eggs and herbal remedies.
She usually can’t wait to go into town, even though the farmer’s market in Whistler’s Gulch stinks to high heavens on account of being downwind of the chicken processing plant. I avoid it at all costs.
Usually Abby starts acting downright giddy days before they go but she won’t even get out of bed today. Something’s definitely up.
She usually can’t wait to go into town, even though the farmer’s market in Whistler’s Gulch stinks to high heavens on account of being downwind of the chicken processing plant. I avoid it at all costs.
Usually Abby starts acting downright giddy days before they go but she won’t even get out of bed today. Something’s definitely up.
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