I"m still worried about the crow that got hit and want to go check, but Uncle Abe takes no cotton to delay, and we wing our way back to the meadow and our human selves.
The sky darkened while we were watching the action, even though it"s early afternoon. The air smells of coming rain, and I can hear the low rumble of thunder.
"Best we be getting home "afore it starts in pouring," says Uncle Abe. Not that I need a weather report seeing I"ve lived in these here parts my whole life.
Drops patter as we exit the woods and dash for the house. We barely make it inside before it comes sheeting down. Billy"s truck is not in its usual place, so I know he and Granny are still in town trying to talk to the judge.
Where is Willa, though? I was expecting she"d be waiting in the kitchen, eager to hea
