Kamaria
I walk across the grounds of Howling Moon up the stone path that leads to Titus and Lance’s house. It’s a cute cottage style home painted forest green with white trimming. They had it built after they decided to ditch their place in the nearby town and get more settled down.
Titus opens the door when I knock and leads me to the kitchen. The door opens to the bright living room that they have furnished with a light blue sofa, tweed ottoman and two tan lounge chairs. Large photos decorated on the walls. I follow Titus across the wooden floorboards as they make that homey groaning sound. Through the wide arched doorway that leads into the kitchen.
“Auntie Kamie!” Titus’s three year old daughter, Beverly, squeals as she climbs off of her chair and runs into my waiting arms. I scoo
