[Rose Christianson sat on the picnic table beside him, her arms folded and scowling at the weather like it did it on some diabolical whim, targeting their good time. She dusts the pooling water off of her wide brimmed hat and huffs out a sigh.]
So, this may not have worked. But don't think I'm defeated. There's plenty else we can do.
no subject
So, this may not have worked. But don't think I'm defeated. There's plenty else we can do.