"You"d best do some "splaining," Granny tells Abe. She had sat quietly while listening to me tell him about my journey into the woods. Of course, this was no surprise since I had puked it all up to the three of them after Jenny and I finally made our way back home.
Abe taps the ashes into the ashtray, fills the pipe"s bowl from the tobacco pouch he pulled from a pocket, and lights it. His short legs hang over the chair seat, not touching the floor. Normally, this would have been funny, but after his arrival, normal has flown out the window. Finally, he begins.
"Them woods are sacred. Been that way forever… since the natives first settled these here parts. I don"t have to tell you that."
Granny nods.
"Things go off kilter in there, and who knows what bad events will come about." He look
