She imagines the golden meadow with the scratching chickens. The Chicken Keeper is leaning forward in his chair with his chin in his hands, just watching her. He can always see her. He always knows what’s going on. Today wasn’t one of her better days.
He tosses more grain to the flock and they scurry through the grass looking for seeds and mealworms with their tails high in the air.
He sighs. Shakes his head and sits up. So much he should have taught her. He’s frankly a little astounded she didn’t know how to fix a flat tire because she could use power tools and build a decent set flat. He watches her…scurrying about, frantic, then angry and then victorious! He just wished she’d calm down a little bit because she’s wearing herself out. He’d like to help more…like sending Chance and Paige, the good people who stopped her on the road today when that tire got too hot…but the rules in this new place don’t exactly work that way. It turns out that humans learn by their struggles…not because someone is always getting them out of trouble.
He watches her from the meadow so far away as she frantically writes at her laptop. He wishes he could soothe her. He wishes he could say all the things he used to say to her that he knew would always get her to relax. She can do this…she just doesn’t know it yet. The things that feel like karmic slaps to her are just part of life, and a lot of it that she never learned, and needs to. He smiles as he remembers how he loved to calm her when she was overwhelmed…
And somewhere else, so very far away, she finds herself smiling too.