“Earl, do you remember when we met?”
“I remember it was a cold winter far colder than this one. And I was getting home from school. You were being chased by a gaggle and were trying to get away from that gander, which was not ready to give up on attacking you.” Earl chuckles at the thought.
“Well my dear, you have a really good memory, for an old man,” jokes Edda, “and you also saved my life that day. Well, maybe saved is not a very appropriate word, but at the time it seemed like that.”
“And that was not the only time I saved you”. Earl looked at Edda and gave her a soft smile.
“You are right, that was not the only time you saved me, my love,” replied Edda and nodded lost in thoughts.
Psychochromatic Redemption 