Carson breathed in deep, he sat in his black mustang and just imaged Harris's eyes, the emerald jewels that had brought color to his skies almost a year ago. It was there 5-month anniversary and Carson were meeting Harris here, at the house they had specially built in the country sides of Organ.
The house was ranch style. just like Harris demanded and there were carved columns holding up the hood of the front porch. The light brick building had a reddish-brown roof and vines crawling up the sides, two chimneys popped out form the roof and a large front garden made Carson smile. He knew that out back there was a three-horse barn waiting for horses and large pastures and endless bouts of forest. An apple tree was growing, and Harris wanted to put a swing on it.
For kids.
Harris wanted kid
