Perhaps it was a bit unconventional, but Bobby Sue couldn’t help but admire the lovely ringlets. She sighed to herself, a smile at her lips as she watched the curls bob and wave as Percy wriggled around in the tree. She had never had any daughters and she felt it was her mother’s right to decorate and dote. So long as Jeb didn’t complain, she’d let her son’s hair grow down to his ankles.
“You have five minutes!” She called across the field before turning to go back inside the small farmhouse.
The Binkley home was quaint and just how Bobby Sue liked it. She had painted the walls herself, a custom blend of moss-green, egg-shell white, and taupe. The counters had once been white but were long since faded to a pale yellow. It didn’t matter much to Bobby Sue because you could rarely see th
