Scarlett enjoyed the up and down movement of painting, the way the letters came to life under the stroke of her brush, the way her mind was able to roam free. She hadn’t planned on painting letters that morning, and her to-do list sat there, dormant. But she didn’t care.
Hudson whistled while he worked, and she wanted to be close to him. The peace that drifted through her couldn’t be found while she obsessed over when the furniture arrived and what she should say when Jewel arrived a week from now.
A week from now. There was so much time between now and then that Scarlett needed to focus on what was right in front of her, not what lay seven days down the road.
So she painted the Goat Grounds sign with blue paint, deciding the rainbow-colored letters were too childish. Then she did Llama
