Chapter 37

• Anyhow, she refused to question him about who he kissed or did other annoying things with. Zipporah only knew for the mean time she wasn’t a fan of redheads.
• She set down her cup, sat up right with her shoulders to start the conversation they had failed to finish in the woods, “Adam,” he turned to her, toweling his hands with the napkin.
• There was an expression on his face, almost like he knew what she wanted to talk about. She continued anyway, “last night, in the woods, I told you of somethings I saw and you didn’t.” Bits of stutter slipped in her speech, “what I didn’t tell you was that. . .”