Chapter 11
Precious Things Are Coveted.
“I feel like a child on Christmas morning. I want to rush down the hall to see the presents under the tree and see how beautiful they all looked in their wrapping paper. But I don’t want to start tearing into the packages because I know then it will be over. I’m never ready for it to be over. I want to savor the experience. That’s how I feel about going to my room, knowing Callon is waiting. I want to savor it, even though I am freaking out inside.” ~Lola
“You okay, Honey?” Andi, Lola’s mom asked as she emptied the dishwasher. “You got in later than usual. I mean,” she held up a hand, “you’re an adult and you don’t have to tell me your every move. But, you also seem a little frazzled.”
Lola crammed the last bite of peanut butter sandwich in her m
