Chapter 4
Brett sat across from his mother at the dining room table. Maybe they should have sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen; there were only two stools in there. The flowers from Jillian’s shop were in his dad’s place. Funny how he was already thinking of it as her shop and not Petals.
“How was your first day of coaching? Were there a lot of kids?” His mother dabbed her lips with a burgundy cloth napkin.
His mom was saving the planet one cloth napkin and linen towel at a time. She always said she was doing her part to help her future grandchildren. At least one of them had hope he’d find someone he’d want to have kids with.
“There were a lot more kids than I thought would turn out for such a small town, but I guess they’re coming from the surrounding areas. Some are pretty good
