My parents came home hauling bags of groceries. After putting them away, they passed through the family room to their master suite, not noticing the two statues on the sofa.
“Maybe that’s our cue to move,” I said.
He rose and drew me to my feet. “I’m here for you, Sara. Whatever you need.”
I hugged him. “You’ve been amazing. You’re free to go.”
He inclined his head, his gaze watchful.
I stepped around him and went through the sunroom, across the lawn—the destination, my swing. Grant accompanied me the whole way.
It was such a relief to have him sitting beside me that I wouldn’t even bother with false protests. Instead, I wiggled into a place of comfort and rested my head against his shoulder.
“Thank you, Grant.”
“Always.”
Status Report #14
Friday’s Wish: Preparation for cook out
Dear Boss,
I enjoy solitude, yet today I learned the value of silence between friends—the kind of silence that speaks louder than actions or words.
Shouldn’t Beings be taught this lesson? Or can it only be learned through practice?
Regards,
Grant
18
Nature’s Own Fireworks
Once she was forced into the inevitability of the party, Mom got into the idea. Daphne Tucker was a world-class hostess. She left the shop by two and spent the afternoon in the kitchen.
I wouldn’t have to worry about the food. That part of the event would be perfect.
Dad volunteered to set up lawn chairs in the back yard. I didn’t have the heart to tell him it would rain.
Scott still hadn’t checked in by lunch time. I texted him.
Having July 4th cook out. Starts at 7. Can you come?
He responded immediately.
Sounds good
Your dad’s coming. Just a warning
Thanks, but not needed. Should I bring anything?
I’d invited Eli and Mason. I ought to suggest that Scott bring a date too, but it would be awkward to mention it. If he was unsure about Monica, I didn’t want to push him into making up his mind.
Maybe he already had. Giving him the option was only fair.
You can bring a date
