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This week’s word prompt is “question”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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Rhett buried his hands in his pockets as his head lowered. “I’m sorry about all that. I’m sorry about it all. They shouldn’t treat you like that.”
She shook her head a little to wave him off. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault.”
“Are you mad at me?”
She gazed into his eyes. What she saw made her heart plummet into her stomach. There was pain, unspeakable agony that stemmed from things she couldn’t even imagine. His question tore at her.
She smiled at him. She could never be angry at him. She wasn’t capable of it. “Of course not. I will be, though, if that chicken salad gets warm. I haven’t had it for years and I’m dying to know if it’s as good as I remember. Come on. There’s a picnic table behind my shop. Let’s go eat.”
They hurried their steps to the parlor then wove their way through the newly planted garden to the back door. The weathered wooden table came with the building and was in far worse shape. It took most of afternoon for Morgan to rebuild it until it was usable.
At this moment, she was glad she did. It gave the two of them to enjoy the outdoors together.
They took turns dividing their purchase between them. Settling each on a bench opposite of each other, they ripped the white, thick paper from their sandwiches and began eating.
Rhett’s cheeks bounced as he chewed. Once he swallowed, he spoke. “This place looks so nice. I never would have thought it from the front.”
Morgan wiped the remnants of her chicken salad from her mouth with a paper napkin before she spoke. “I needed a tranquil spot to myself. Things can get crazy in there at times. My clientele are normally big burly guys with no filter. I need a place of peace. Feel free to make it yours as well when you need it. You’re the only one I’ll share it with.”