Lost Creek Hollow domestic pressures

mona's brow knit with anxiety. perhaps she was ill, and to be the only one struck! "if i am getting sick, maybe you should wash ... maybe you should wash before you go back to your den," mona suggested with a grim swallow. she did not like the idea that she could have brought malady to such a kind man, and now lay in her denmouth astir with new worries, none of which had to do with the coastal wolf.