First message
I take a drink from my beer while I watch Sam and Abigale banter over the rules of the billiards game they are playing. We frequented the Stardrop Saloon often, when work didn’t prohibit us at least. You guys hear about the new farmer? Abigale states, breaking the slight argument that Sam was trying to make about the game. I simply rolled my eyes. The “farmer” is all my mother had been ranting about for the last few days.