Today was a day of waiting. For answers. For people. For the appointed hour to come. In short, a trial in patience.
Lyle went to meet with Kip in the west end. I kept busy with chores until they were complete. Which was early. I needed something to do, so I went for a walk here in the east end.
I discovered a quiet place, a walled courtyard, set off from the main thoroughfare. In short order, I walked its whole area and took in its sights. Then I sat in the quiet.
Later, the rustle of leaves stirred me from my reverie and I returned to the widow’s house and news of the vote.
We wait again.