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She walked toward the front door.
“Mollie, wait.”
She paused and looked back.
“Thank you.”
Her eyes went wide. “You’re welcome.”
“Please keep this from the town.”
“I already planned to,” was all she said before walking through the door.
She’d asked me what would make me like her, and she had no idea that she’d just done it.
Hopefully, I could keep it that way.
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MOLLIE
Strawberry Springs Neighborhood Watch
Kerry Winsor
Saw some fancy car on my way home. People better not start using the highway as some cut through to one of the cities.
Comments:
Tammy Jane: What city? Knoxville? That’s over an hour away!
Kerry Winsor: People commute, Tammy.
Tammy Jane: Not from here, they don’t!
Kerry Winsor: Either way. Just keep a lookout.@SherriffMike Finch, I thought you should know.
SherriffMike Finch: Guys, I have a full-time job. Stop tagging me in everything.
Kerry Winsor: We just want to help as concerned citizens!
The sun waswarm on my back as I walked to the tree line. I’d just left the former berry fields, trying to remember wherethey’d been. Though I lived on a farm, I didn’t get outside nearly as much as I wanted to, so whenever work would slow down or Cain had a near meltdown in the living room, I made it my mission to explore.
So far, I’d made it to the cow fields, but the berries still nagged at me. I was deep in trying to remember how many fields Papa Bennie would plant when I received a message.
Trevor
Dad is willing to negotiate the price of the land.
I gritted my teeth and didn’t answer. I hadn’t spoken to him about anything besides work, though I knew he’d been seeing Mom and Dad a lot. Every time they called to try and get me to come home, he would be there silently judging everything I said.
I opened my messages to Wren, needing to tell her everything before I chickened out.
How did I not see what an ass Trevor was when he used to knock on the wall for coffee?
Wren
I’m sorry, he WHAT?