Chapter Twenty-One
After several hours of sleep to recover from the trip, Kate drove out to the farm to check on Emma and the peonies. Truth was, she’d missed both.
“Well,” Emma said as soon as she caught sight of her. She was on her knees, weeding the Festiva Maxima. Little shoots of pushki were already poking through the Typar. “You look like you’ve been rode hard and put away wet.”
“That’s a horrible saying and I think you should remove it from your vocabulary.”
“Eh, let an old lady say what she wants. Help me up.” Kate held out a hand to help her to her feet. Emma rubbed her lower back as she straightened. “I’m glad you’re back. Those kids have been driving me bonkers.”
“Kids?”
“S.G. and her friend. Dylan, I think his name is. Always in that hoodie.”
Right, the kid from the hock
