If no one else was going to be a protector of souls in a God-less home then it was my duty to make sure Richard wasn't trying to creep in on Michonne or vice versa. Richard wouldn't keep his door open but Michonne kept hers open so I can peek in just to make sure everything was the way God intended. My soul can't rest knowing devilment could be lurking down the hall.
"Granny, I guess it is not enough that he asked me to marry him and that..."
"You don't know when God will have Jesus come and have the dead walk the earth and call all his good people home. You don't want to be fornicating when the trumpet sound. I don't know what I would do if I am at the pearly gates and you ain't there..." The whole idea caused a heaviness in my chest.
"Granny are you well? When was the last time you had a physical?"
"So you the one telling these folks, I am senile?"
"No. I would never even suggest something like that."
"If it wasn't you then it was nobody but Richard. I promise you I will get him back real good when we get back to the house. Yes indeed. That scoundrel."
The next morning I was up and about since we were staying one more day. A new driver was employed to pick up the kids from the Farm to take them all the way to school and bring them all the way back.
Ms. Ella was up making sure the kids were dressed and had their breakfast. I kind of felt like I was on vacation. I didn't have to worry about much of anything and it felt-good. Real good if I thought about it long enough. I didn't want to think about this type of good sense of wellbeing, because when ever there is a good feeling there is a bad one ready to take it's place.
I did relax outside earlier in the morning. Ella has a very beautiful garden. Cesar the poodle followed me everywhere. Smart enough to not let me trip over him. I never held a dog before and Cesar was insistent that I touch him and carry him. He was a wonder to me. He was cute as he could be. He didn't feel dirty or smell terrible. I kind of felt like those white women who would be in stores with their Fifi dogs that they kept in a purse. I carried him and he didn't want to get down. Wanted to stay with me. I told him about how lucky he was to have a home with people that cared enough that he was fed and had a roof over his head. The look he gave me made me realize that I was lucky too.
I saw Michonne strutting in front of Richard and he was checking her out as they were heading to leave. I know a whole lot went down in that cabin because that was a major transformation, Richard went from love sick puppy to a hungry wolf.