Page 175 of The Promise Of Rain

“Bloody hell,” he grumbled, falling into the chair beside me.

I laughed and picked up the pen.

Tonight, we’re having dinner with Aaron and Maria, then we’re meeting the gang at The Loose Moose.

I’m happy, and I owe so much of that to you.I miss you every day.

And I don’t hate the rain anymore.

Sometimes I even make my own.

Love, Jenny.

I signed off with a flourish.

P.S.I wish you were here.

***