Chapter Eighteen
Orla
The next morning, Warner had us taking off nice and early to our next destination. I fastened my seatbelt and asked, “So, where to now?”
“We’re going to Fredericksburg to do some antiquing.” He started up the truck, and off we went.
“Antiquing?” Nodding, I liked the idea of looking at old things people used to use in America. “That sounds good to me.”
“Since you’re so into finding out more about this place I call home, I thought that rummaging through some old stuff might be right up your alley. There are shops up and down both sides of the street and lots of little cafes, diners, and bars too.”
“I’ve got to say that you Texans certainly know how to entertain.” I’d never seen a place with so much to do. “I could stay here a month and still never get bored.”
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