twelve LiamI wipe my hands on my jeans as I walk up to Mrs. Turner’s house. It’s been days since I dropped off Leni’s surprise, and I’m so anxious to see how she liked it. She left a couple messages on my phone, telling me to call her, and she sounded truly happy. Yet I’ve been so busy with helping my dad move cattle this past week that I’ve hardly been able to spend any time on my land.
I gently rap on the screen door, and Mrs. Turner opens it up for me.
“Morning, ma’am. Is Leni available?” I ask.
“She sure is,” she says with a smile. “She’s up in the studio.”
“The studio?”
“Oh, yeah. She did some rearranging after your generous gifts. Has barely come down to eat in three days.” She takes my hand in hers and squeezes. “Thank you, Liam.”
“It was nothing.”
She shakes her head. “No, i
