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| When we were young |
May
Lyn sighed. “Too long. Since Chad and I got married and we went to Texas…almost
ten years ago.”
“So…glad
to be back?” Donny asked, as he pulled in front of Wendy’s house.
“Oh,
yes!” May Lyn said, gazing up at the house, noting any differences, but it was
too dark to see much. “I’ve forgotten how much I love it here.”
“Go
on inside,” Donny said, smiling at the eager look on her face. “I’m sure
they’re waiting on pins and needles for you. I’ll get Tristan and put him
straight to bed.”
“Are
you sure?” she asked, getting out of the car and turning to see him tenderly
scoop up her son, not even awakening him.
“I’ve
done this before…just this week, in fact, several times,” he said, motion her
to lead the way to the front door. The door opened before they even set foot on
the first step.
