Whitefish River Watch the flames burn on and on the mountain side,

The Count hummed under her breath, it was certainly a puzzling situation. She was no healer, nor a counselor. Whatever comfort the woman sought Ira was at a loss as to what she could offer. I suppose one step at a time then. Change comes with time. Even she slowly moved away from the ideals she held when she was younger. Some of the things she has done would never even be considered had she been a few years younger.

Some questions will never be answered, frustrating as that is to hear...I see no harm in exploring what draws out those strong emotions, but it might be wise to take those triggers as a warning and learn to adjust instead. A life of anger is hard to live, she would know...