Aaron seemed surprised.
Noah put his hands in his pockets.
“I figured you might.”
“It belongs there.”
“The house is being sold.”
“I know.”
Noah put his hands in his pockets.
“Still belongs there.”
A few months later, a moving truck pulled up across the street.
Aaron smiled.
“I’ll ask.”
A few months later, a moving truck pulled up across the street.
The new owners were a young couple with a little boy who looked about six.
The kid spent most of the morning racing across the front lawn while his parents carried boxes inside.
The hydrangea was still beside the porch.
