I was out of breath when I caught up to him. My own reddish brown hair was tangled with twigs and apple blossoms from not ducking. I must have looked like s**t. My mind flew into overdrive and suddenly I hoped he’d kiss me, you know, all that romantic stuff…though, a boy? Well, like my mom said, how would you know if you didn’t try?
Enough. I caught up to him. At least he didn’t have the redhead affliction. I looked more like his brother than he did. His hair was ashes and earth mixed together, odd, different, but it suited him. His eyes were dark, and I couldn’t even tell you if they were brown or blue. Maybe they changed.
He did reach out and catch me and keep me from falling into the creek though. And he welcomed me with another hymn:
“Cheese is yummy, this I know, cuz the farmer tol
