Chapter 8Eli, Apples, and Oranges
Johnny was the first one awake. When I opened my eyes, he was already up and dressed. Sensing my movement, he turned, and I offered a scowl to show I preferred him undressed and beside me.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he signed as he approached. “It’s early.” Down on one knee, he turned my frown with a kiss.
“How early?”
“Before five. I have to get back to my mother, but I’m glad you’re awake.” He’d found the oranges and had gotten out two. “I want to know everything about you from the moment I ran away from the lake until last night.”
“I told you some.” When Johnny joined me back down on the floor, looking up into his beautiful face with my head in his lap, I filled in some more. I spoke about Bette and how much she meant to me growing up. I told him
