Bearclaw Valley part time love ain't my destiny

Simple as it was, the question of "Why?" was more complex and multi-faceted than Blondine cared for it to be. There existed a plethora of reasonable answers, though she wasn't sure that she'd figured them out well enough to share. Even if she had, which one was Indra expecting? — why had Blondine run away? why had she avoided Indra? where was all of this coming from?

While Blondine likely knew which unspeakable answer went to which equally unspeakable question, it wasn't something she was sure enough of to admit. Best start with an easy one, she thought, before opening her mouth to speak. It ain't right that you had to see me like that, Blondine sighed, and it's nothing you did. I've just been off. That was one way to put it.

And I don't know why I didn't find you to apologize sooner. I should have; I was wrong.