Ellen chuffs out a small laugh. Someone being impressed with her life is... Well, it's never happened before.
The prick of sadness at losing the Roadhouse isn't as sharp as it used to be. Just another loss she's getting used to. Ellen forgot how easy it is to get used to some losses.
"It's not a bad set up. Probably should move it somewhere the fumes aren't going to build up. That way if something goes wrong, we lose a shed, or something, not your house." She pushes herself upright, able to feel the creak in her joints. She's getting too damned old for this. "What about supplies to make the alcohol?"
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The prick of sadness at losing the Roadhouse isn't as sharp as it used to be. Just another loss she's getting used to. Ellen forgot how easy it is to get used to some losses.
"It's not a bad set up. Probably should move it somewhere the fumes aren't going to build up. That way if something goes wrong, we lose a shed, or something, not your house." She pushes herself upright, able to feel the creak in her joints. She's getting too damned old for this. "What about supplies to make the alcohol?"