“When will you turn eighteen so I can marry you?” he asked. I giggled. “In about four years.” He took my hand in his.“Well, that’s perfect. That’s about the time I’ll be done with college. I’ll come back through here and take you away with me.We’ll go someplace where they don’t have red dirt, or cornfields, or cows, or bad storms, or any of the other junk in Pakersfield.” “I kind of like the storms,” I said. “Okay,” he said, lightly and agreeably, “we’ll keep the storms. I’ll just wrap you up and keep you safe.”
He seems to actually like Tangy but it could be deception like her mom thinks
