Monday, May 6, 2013

Cookies and Lemonade


Crystal bounced up the steps to the white porch and through the welcoming door. She followed her nose to the kitchen, just like every time she came to visit. Fresh cookies and lemonade were set out on the kitchen table. Nana Mae was sitting at the table talking with someone whose back was turned to Crystal. There was a light tan Stetson hanging on the back of the chair. Chrystal inwardly groaned. 
James Bowers. 
In her twelve years, she had never met anyone she disliked more. She couldn’t even put her finger on why she disliked him. She just did. 

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