“You’re late,” the woman said.
“Well,” she muttered, staring at the grate. “That’s suboptimal.” kenzie reeves out of town
The goat, somewhere in the woods, wore its tiny sweater and waited for the next lost traveler to arrive. “You’re late,” the woman said
Kenzie opened her mouth to explain about the cabin, the friends, the itinerary—but the woman had already pressed a chipped mug into her hands. The tea was smoky and sweet. The jam was fig and chili. And for the first time in maybe ten years, Kenzie didn’t check her watch. ” the woman said. “Well
“I’m sorry?”
Her friends, of course, laughed. Then they ignored it.