The Cattle, Too, Were Gone
wrapped their heirloom weapons- fought in the Trojan War, but not very well
- “Are you saying I’ve grown fat?”
- The cattle, too, were gone
- She was warmer on the horse’s back
- her lack of enthusiasm
“The cattle, too, were gone by the time I mended the hole in the fence,” Bridget said, and I noted her lack of enthusiasm.
“Are you saying I’ve grown fat?” I asked, trying to lighten her mood with a little joke.
She smiled. “You’re fit as ever, darling.” Then she shivered like a warrior who fought in the Trojan War, but not very well. She was warmer on the horse’s back than she was now, dismounted and standing in the snow without the equine’s heat to warm her.
I quickly shed my anorak and wrapped her in it as master fencers wrapped their heirloom weapons between matches. She meant more to me than their antique epees did to them, and I willingly sacrificed my own comfort for hers.