We went around to the front porch and Andy pointed at some chairs there, straight-back, hard chairs, and not in particularly good repair. "Cool yourself down," he said, then waited for me to sit before he took the creaking glider for himself, Hannah crawled up to snuggle under his arm, her doll clutched in close to her ribs.
It felt homey and familiar to me, sitting there on that porch,
looking out at the road like we used to do of an evening when I was a child, listening to the mockingbird chatter in the magnolia tree full of sweet-smelling blooms. I sipped at the water. He'd had to dig a new well recently, and I'd heard he had salt in his water. I couldn't taste it if he did. This water was clear and full of mineral. I drank down every drop, then felt like a glutton and patted t my mouth. No one was watching me anyway.
Genre: Historical
It felt homey and familiar to me, sitting there on that porch,
looking out at the road like we used to do of an evening when I was a child, listening to the mockingbird chatter in the magnolia tree full of sweet-smelling blooms. I sipped at the water. He'd had to dig a new well recently, and I'd heard he had salt in his water. I couldn't taste it if he did. This water was clear and full of mineral. I drank down every drop, then felt like a glutton and patted t my mouth. No one was watching me anyway.
Genre: Historical
Used availability for Cindy Bonner's The Passions of Dellie O'Barr