Chapter Twenty-Eight
Mike
Bob returned in time to join us overlooking the valley, putting the group in pairs. Must be a dozen shows visible tonight. Beth had made popcorn and handed it out in paper boxes like at the movies.
“We used to wave sparklers around as a kid until my grandfather burned a hole in his pant leg,” Hannah said. We were the only pair not cuddling where we stood.
“Fireworks at home aren’t legal in most cities here. The drought.”
“Oh.”
“Do you miss Arizona?”
“My popcorn needs more salt.” She left my side for the tub of flavoring jars Beth brought out.
This wasn’t the fun holiday I expected, thanks to Aaron, and my brother’s influence. We’d need a new drummer if things didn’t change soon.
Then there was Hannah.
Chatting with Jennifer instead of coming back. Well,
