My father nodded to me to mind my own business and assist my mother. Knowing my place, I grabbed the half-empty glasses of lemonade and followed my mom indoors to help. Carly was my older sister; the tall, brunette, athletic one.
She matured faster than me, and although I just celebrated my eighteenth birthday last May, I still look every bit fifteen and and in high school.
I’ll probably use that to my advantage when we’re old ladies, but right it now, it’s just plain annoying. ” I watched as she tousled her hair and pressed her apron with her hands, smoothing the wrinkles from her waist down. Although I was quite sure she and my dad still had romantic evenings together, I think she longed for the attention of a man. “Kendall,” my mom ushered, “take these and set the table.” She handed me the two plates and quickly left to make herself presentable. The door creaked as I opened it and I walked out onto the porch, waving to Carly. ” she called out, trotting up the drive to reach me. ” She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the steps.
The thought of a youthful gentleman in the house gave her the opportunity to feel sexy, yet still mature enough to be Mrs. As I filled the glasses and set the silverware, I could hear the engine of the truck cease and the doors slam. ” I left the table and slowly walked to the front door, peering through the screen to see the commotion. With me in tow, Carly ran up to the truck and tapped her boyfriend on the shoulder.
that is that by mid-day I am relaxing on the front porch, reading a book or taking a stroll around the watering hole on the far end of our property.
In the evening, the summer haze hovers over the fields like a translucent amber blanket waiting to put the crops to bed, tucking them in sweetly before the chill of the night descends over all.