CHAPTER 6
Either her aunt was right and there was something special about this goat, or Jillian was already starting to lose her mind after less than a full weekend in Orchard Grove.
“You’re a pretty thing, aren’t you?” She stroked Peaches’ side. Her fur wasn’t soft — as far as Jillian knew, there was no such thing as a fluffy goat — but her body was warm, and Jillian could almost swear the animal would wag her tail when Jillian rubbed a certain spot. The milking had gone well, but Jillian didn’t know how to get her out of the stand.
“Are you itchy?” She scratched gently, and Peaches swayed her back half. The motion reminded Jillian of the way Grandma Lucy would shut her eyes and rock her body back and forth in the throes of her prayerful passion.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” She cou
