“Sorry about the walk. I didn’t realize it was a game weekend.” Reed hoped the half-mile hike in those heeled boots wasn’t going to hurt Cecily’s feet.
She looped her arm through his and smiled. “I don’t mind. It feels good to stretch my legs, and it’s nice to see a little more of Oxford. I’ve heard Norah talk about it often, but I haven’t actually been up here in the entire time I’ve lived in Mississippi. It’s a lovely town. An interesting blend of old and new.”
“It used to be more old, but over the last decade or two, they’ve built tons of these fancy condos for people who want game houses.” They’d passed at least a dozen on their walk up Van Buren Avenue.
“Game houses?”
Reed shrugged. “Some people have weekend cabins. A lot of Ole Miss alums want a permanent base for weekend footbal
