“I’ll take you back here in August, then. Next month. We’ll get us a box. Best peaches in the state.” I blinked as it clicked. We’ll get us a box. Promise. His earlier words had been lined with promise. Just like his promise to get a box of peaches. One tangible and the other much more open-ended. Maybe it was the strangeness of the day, or being with Duke like this again, but I found myself growing excited about both.
