Page 158 of Huckleberry Hill
Sorry Hadley. I tried to keep them contained.
Salem
We are uncontainable.
Me
Dad got me a baby goat.
Poet
WHAT I NEED PICTURES IMMEDIATELY.
Wyn
Him? Her?
Me
Her. Name is Tempest.
Grinning, I sent them photos of Tempest. Several of them with Declan in them.
Wyn
I need to get me one of those.
Me
I know isn’t she cute?
Wyn
No, a cowboy
Me
He also rides a motorcycle . . .
Wyn
How does it feel to be living my dream?
Poet
Definitely God’s favorite.
* * *
I set my phone aside and finished my meal. Dad came inside and carted the boxes up the stairs. I closed the door of my bedroom and sat on the floor, reaching for the first box.
Clothes and a few keepsakes. A framed photograph of my parents on their wedding day. The hot spring during a sunset. A black and white photo of Huckleberry Hill in the 1800s.
I put away my winter clothes in the back of my closet. But when I found a men’s button-down shirt, I inhaled sharply.
There was a knock on the bedroom door, followed by it opening. “Hadley?”
There was nowhere to put the blue-button down shirt, and I knew Declan would see it when he entered the closet.
