Early next morning, on the distant hill overlooking Kiskadee village, the sound of a rooster was heard signaling the start to another day.
Merry, her face turned to the wall, used a hand to block a ray of sunlight coming in through a crack. Her eyes burned. Heat rested on both her eyelids. She saw red.
Her heart skipped for a moment, behind her was a hiss. Then warm air flowed down her back.
She remained quiet for a while. Her body stiffened; not an arm or a leg moved. Her breathing slowed.
She smiled, “Hey!” She knew that scent.
She massaged the back of her neck, and then pushed against the warm body.
“When did you get in, darling?”
“I am so sorry, but,” she robbed her eyes, “I must have fallen asleep. Did you find the dogs?” Merry muttered.
“They are fine; they may have wondered and gotten lost.”
“Oh, those poor things.”
“I got them back.”
“I know, but still. Wondering around in that cold dark forest.”
“They are accustom Merry, they are hunters.”
“Well, I guess,” she said. The concern didn’t leave her voice.
Last night, after he left, she reminded herself of why he had to leave.
“I found them a bit north east from here. Came back home about three o’ clock this morning.”
“Wow, that was late.”
“Found you sitting at the table with your head in your hands, fast asleep.”
“I am so sorry, dear.”
“You had a long day Merry.”
Toney hugged his wife in bed.
Jason came into the room, “What’s for breakfast, mom?” He bellowed, his forehead frowned
“Good morning Jason!” Toney yelled, thumping at the wall close to his head.
“No, Toney. He is our son and he is hungry. Son, tell your father that you’re sorry!”
Toney placed both palms over his face and breath gently into them.
“I am sorry man, I mean dad,” Jason mumbled.
Toney waved his right hand to him, as if to say, you should leave the room now.
“I am coming son,” Merry made her way out of bed. “I will make you and your father something to eat.”
Toney pulled at her arm as she climbed over him. “Merry where are you going?”
“I am out of here,” Jason wagged his head and made his way from before the bedroom door.
“Sweetheart, I should be up any way.”
He released her hand. Flat on his back he laid facing the ceiling, “Go on.”
“Oh come on, don’t be like that. Besides, we can get an early start on the day.”
“You mean get on with the decorations.”
She chuckled, “You know, I didn’t have that in my mind, but thanks for reminding me.”
“Yeah right, you, not remembering?”
“Anyway,” she togged at his wrist, “time for you to rise and shine yourself.”
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