These ladies reside a couple of places up and across our creek.
Sisters? I don't know. They don't talk much. Others, I have heard, whisper of "professional women."
I was pleased, on a recent afternoon, with the pair's momentary pose for my camera while they were trimming the lawn.
When I'm working late at my desk, I will often hear one cry out at four in the morning.
I worry.
Distress? Or marital bliss?
I keep to myself.
