“That was fun,” Sarah said with a smile when the group disbanded around two-thirty p.m. “And I loved the exercises we did. They really got my imagination flowing. I think I’m gonna keep going when I get home, get some more thoughts out of my head and into written form while they’re fresh.”
“Yeah, those sprints really help me, too,” Karli chimed in. “I was really intimidated the first time I did writing sprints. Now, I look forward to them.”
She pulled into Sarah’s complex and parked. “Hey. Want to come over and have lunch with us tomorrow? Evan’s going to put steaks and brats on the grill.”
“Sounds good. What time?”
“Come over whenever you’re ready. The food should be done around one.”
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Tim sat quietly, one hand on Dack’s headstone, listening to the fountain and watching
