Chapter 38
Morning arrived with the steady rhythm the townhouse had settled into since the Summer Celebration ended. Brielle found Grandpa on the front porch before breakfast, carefully watering the flower boxes with the concentration of a man convinced the task required his full attention. Most of the water reached the flowers, though a respectable amount splashed across the porch steps instead. Grandma opened the front door and rested one hand against the frame as she watched him work. "You've watered the railing twice." Grandpa glanced toward the damp wood without looking particularly concerned. "It looked thirsty." "It looks painted." "It can be both." Brielle laughed as she stepped onto the porch. The morning already carried the warmth of late summer, and somewhere farther down the street t
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