Her Day Gets Worse

They arrived at the farm house. "Sit there," the woman said as she pointed to a rocking chair.

Raven sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest and turned sideways a bit to get as much modesty as possible. "Can I borrow some clothes?"

"Not even a 'please,'" said the farmer as he shook his head.

"Please," said Raven.

The two went inside. The man came back with a glass of lemonade and put it on the table next to Raven. "Not the **** and beer and stuff you're probably used to, but we're simple folk."

Raven rolled her eyes.

"Not very grateful."

"I'm naked on your porch. You can't get me some clothes?"

"Young lady, I did not strip you. I did not bring you to my property. I owe you nothing."

Raven glared at him. "Christian charity?" she said with a hint of sarcasm.

The man stared at Raven. "Just drink your lemonade. I'll check on Maud." He went inside.

Raven was very, very thirsty, and she gulped down the lemonade. It was very tasty, and she finished it.

The woman came out with a sheet. He tossed it to Raven. "I hear you're pretty rude."

"Well, it's been a bad day. Do you have a phone I can use?"

"Phone line's down. Storm a few days ago. Still waitin' on the repair men."

"Cell phone?"

"Don't have 'em. Don't like the govment trackin' me."

"Can you give me a ride to the festival?"

"Son borrowed the truck to go to town. He'll be back directly."

"You like living in the 19th century?" said Raven curtly.

"Be right back."

Raven sat there and pulled the sheet around her tightly. A few moments later, her head started to nod. "Wha...am I drunk again?" She muttered just before she passed out.