Dear Bump,
The Lunds are back!
Boone’s eyes look like blueberry popsicles. His teeth probably glow in the dark. I think he grew five inches, but how can that be possible?
Maybe I shrunk.
They pulled into their driveway this morning, and I watched them unload their luggage from my living room window. Boone and Lene laughed and tossed snow at each other. Mrs. Lund’s lips were the color of raspberry jam and a big smile hung on them. When Johan carried their heavy suitcases into the house, his face wasn’t twisted, or pulled down with fatigue. No. He smiled. A wide smile that stretched far into his scrubby cheeks.
I kept my eyes sharp on his face, and I didn’t let them stray.
Not one time. Nope.
When Nick stepped out of their station wagon, I turned my eyes away from his face. I swear. I
