“Two, in fact. One cherry, one apple. I make deviled eggs and altogether we manage to scrape up a full picnic. The humidity has dropped making it cooler than expected, and it’s windy, which is nice except it could mean a storm is passing through. “Cute dress,” Finley says. I took a risk and wore a white eyelet sundress. The stark color makes my tan look fantastic. I wore my hair down like Carter likes. “Thanks.” “Hopefully, if it rains it will be after the fireworks,” Finley says. Sh...e nudges my arm with her elbow. “See? I told you they would get along.” Ryan and Carter stand in an empty section of grass tossing a purple Frisbee. From the snatches of conversation I can hear, the majority of conversation centers on sports. Figures. “Frisbee, soccer and football. Universal language of men, I guess.” “So,” Finley says. She’s unpacking plates and utensils.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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