Sprocket POV
I don't mind admitting I was nervous about telling Skittles we were moving. I waited until the very last second, after she had announced that she loved the place. That was when I loaded her up with the why and what was planned for tomorrow onward, until we were satisfied that her mother was no longer a problem.
Skittles accepted what I said, with the grace I came to expect from her, like zero fuk for her mother, and more worried about Stinger than herself. Yep, that's my girl, always caring for others. I was pleased that she wasn't upset about the move or why we moved; she loved the cottage.
We are sitting at a table in the clubhouse, socializing with those around us. Sundays are usually quiet, no visitors, and those who partied hard last night are carrying a hammering hang
