Just then, slow footsteps sounded on the pathway outside. Knox put his finger to his lips, and they waited to see who it was.
“Probably kids,” she whispered.
But it wasn’t. Whitley and Ella were strolling arm in arm. They were laughing and talking as if they were more than friends. He stopped and plucked a wildflower for her.
“I feel like we’re spying on them,” she whispered.
“That’s because we are,” Knox replied.
Suddenly, Junie stifled a sneeze, and Knox chuckled.
“Why, who’s there?” Ella called out.
“It’s us, Nana.”
“Come in,” Knox said, opening the door. “Junie needs some ice at her house.”
Ella looked at Junie, amused. “It’s probably right under you, dear.”
Knox lifted Junie from the freezer. “Thanks. We’ve been looking for that.”
They all laughed while Knox opened the lid
