Wapun Meadow i can see a white blouse hanging on a windowsill, a naked body on my bed

It was a fair question. After all, they'd only just met; a mother had no reason to trust any wandering souls, no matter how warm they might seem. Well, why should I trust you? Blondine retorted, Y'all might take me in now and have me for dinner later. It was a dark joke accented with a gentle smile that Blondine hoped would loosen them both.

I 'spose you don't have much of a reason to trust me at all, being we've just met. I wish I could give a more convincing argument but I won't fib. Manipulation had never been one of Blondine's gifts; everything that she did was done with an hoenst heart.