Split Rail Junction, she got more than she bargained for. Her neighbors were more than just simple; most had no more than a fourth-grade education and lived a lifestyle that could only be described as primitive.
“How’s life in the boonies?”
“I’m selling and moving back to the city.”
“But you just got there. Why do you want to leave?
“My neighbor won’t leave me alone. I think he’s ‘in love.’”
“If he’s a nice guy, why not give him a chance?
“Not my type. Not enough teeth.”