The Lat Day of Our Acquaintance

She came into town like everyone else did, by bus, or a better way to put it: when the bus breaks down or their money runs out: Wyatt, Mississippi. It’s hundreds of miles from civilization and millions of miles from reality. I lived there all my life. Never really felt like there was something else out there until she arrived. I mean, we had satellite TV but cell service was spotty at best. High speed internet? We had the equivalent of two tin cans and a piece of string.

She was frustrated by her predicament when we first met and I was in awe by her as she was so different and I didn’t really know what at the time. I knew about farm life. I knew what my daddy taught me. I didn’t, know, however, why I felt like reaching out to her, to touch her, if she would let me.
Was that how a country girl was supposed to feel?