Sarah Beth wished Isi would leave that whore paint alone.  Girl didn't need it, made her look cheap and desperate.  She was showing way too much leg too, like a whore, and those boots only pointed it out.  Wouldn't do any good to say anything about it though.  Isi wanted to wear it and that was that.  She was a woman, if not a woman grown, and would make her own choices.<br/><br/>Still, she frowned seeing it and couldn't quite keep the expression out of her voice.<br/><br/>"I'm ready, just you take your patience out for a trot around the yard and get it a little exercise," Sarah Beth told Isi.<br/><br/>She was ready.  Sarah Beth had changed into her Meetin' clothes; a to the neck dress in muted blue and white gingham and button up shoes showing underneath her long skirt instead of her usual boots.  She'd even combed out her hair and left it down so it spilled across her back, the ends a little uneven and in need of a trim.  Sarah Beth wore no make-up at all and the freckles across her nose and cheeks stood out plain.  Her medical bag was in her hand with the strap balled up in her fist.  The outline of a hogleg inside showed clear to any who knew to look for it.<br/><br/>"Who all is going with us?"<br/>