Sacred GardenChapter 6
You better find somebody to love - G. Slick A cool and misty dawn broke upon the marsh. The skies were leaden slate and pregnant with a coming rain. On a grassy knoll, a muddied figure lay in a deep sleep beneath a woolen blanket. She looked like Brer Rabbit's tar-baby and her breathing was an irregular, yet satisfied snoring. The lone figure rolled over in her slumber and snapped to a wakeful alertness. With a retching groan, she hoisted herself to a leaning position. Every muscle in her...