“And I’ll be here when you come home. If it’s in a month, or a month and a half, or two months, or four—” Sniffling, she gave me a bright smile. “I’ll be right here waiting for you.” “You’re hurting my ladder,” Gibsie said in a sad tone of voice. “What?” Shannon and I both asked in unison as we turned to look at him. “My ladder,” Gibsie explained with a lonesome sigh. “You made it shrink with all this talk of Johnny leaving.” Sinking down on the grass beside Claire, he huffed out a breath. “Now I’m fucking depressed.” “Oh, come on. He’ll come back to you, too.” Hooking her arm through his,
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