Patient Visitations

I felt like a recovering patient getting periodic hospital visits… and to be fair, that was pretty much a fairly accurate description of my current condition.

My next visitor that'd drop by came in the form of a quick phone call… because, before anything else, I needed some clarification. See, I aspire to be many things, but a thief was far down there in the list of ambitions.

Leon finally picked up midway through my third attempt at dialing him. Apparently, his part-time modeling gig has a strict no-smartphone policy they proactively enforce.

"Ah, about time you called about that," He said over the constant clicking and shuttering in the background. "Was starting to think you just never noticed or that rancher fella didn't give her to you like I asked."

So to no surprise, as Leon went to explain, his father made an arrangement with the rancher, and everything just fell in place… to which then I just had to inquire.