Chapter 11Dinner that night with my parents was a sharp contrast to breakfast with the Stone family that morning. When we turned down the dirt road, my heart sank. I forgot about Boaz’s car being so fancy and so low to the ground. It would be smothered in red dirt by the time we go to the house.
I apologized, but he said, “It’s fine, Luca. We can go slow.” And we did. We crawled along the dirt road for what seemed like forever. It was painful after years of flying down the same path with my daddy in his pickup truck.
When Boaz pulled in front of the house, I was embarrassed to tell him, “Just anywhere is fine. We park in the front yard here.” The man didn’t blink as he parked the car and cut the engine.
Mama was already on the porch, waiting. “We seen you comin’,” she said with a giant
