It’s QueerBlogWed! I should be back by now, although unforeseen circumstances could stop me. In light of that, I’m posting the next part of Unwilling to Be Yours, just to be safe.
Fortunately, Hebe didn’t require me to say anything. As she grew accustomed to me, the tension between us eased.
There were other customers, who seemed much easier than Hebe, but grew more difficult with time.
For instance, there was Hebe’s mother.
Juno was a plump, little woman, always on the look out for teas and herbs. Finding what she wanted was much easier than serving her daughter.