osalynn couldnât help but find amusement in Brianâs frustration.
After pondering briefly, she retorted, âBrian, not all bacteria are harmful.
Take probiotics, for instance.
Theyâre beneficial.
â
A hush fell on Brianâs end of the line.
âAnything else to add? I need to be going.
â
Rosalynn disconnected the call before Brian could respond.
How boring he was, always doubting her.
Lyndon too finished his call.
He turned to Rosalynn, inquiring, âWas that Mr.
Hughes?â
âIndeed, it was.
â
âAnd why the discourse on biology?â Lyndon probed with a hint of wonder.
Rosalynn offered a casual shrug.
âHeâs simply boring.
â
Lyndonâs heartbeat quickened as he admired Rosalynnâs grace and ventured cautiously, âRosa, is there some issue between you and Mr.
Hughes?â
A tight-lipped smile was Rosalynnâs only reply as she said, âJust a slight issue.
â
âHas he wronged you?â Lyndon pressed.
Rosalynn remained silent, offering only a smile.
Lyndon paused, then shared, âA man should treasure such a remarkable wife.
â
If she were his wife, he would certainly care for her tenderly and bring joy to her days.
With a graceful tuck of her hair, Rosalynn remarked, âIâm not as remarkable as you think.
â
Lyndon continued driving, now with even greater care.
Meanwhile, Brian stared at the disconnected phone, a vein pulsing with irritation.
First Barlow, now it was Lyndon.
A metaphor about probiotics, indeed!
He had to say she had a way with words.