he’d be so beat after a long day, the most I could hope for was a late shared supper after the store closed, but I was strangely okay with that. Figuring he did enough worrying for the both of us, I was trying to be more serene about the whole thing. Maybe we’d end up decent friends. Maybe something more. Maybe everything would come tumbling down before the first snow. Absent a crystal ball from the metaphysical shop in Colebury, all I could do was try to enjoy the ride.
