Thirty-eight
Cassie
The sky lit with hues of pink and orange as the sun slowly kissed the ground. I threw a glance over at Cody every few minutes. We sat in silence in the back yard, taking in a rare, cool breeze. Although the summer was almost gone, the days were still hot. Though I loved the warm Texas weather, for once, I wished winter’s cold would get here faster. I wanted to escape the heat that reminded me so much of the summer from hell.
Cody had hardly said anything to me during dinner. When we did talk, most of the conversation was about how Mike had fixed the AC and what other household repairs would need to be made now that he was back. I tried to lighten the mood by talking about how Willa Mae had a boyfriend, Abraham Johnson, an elderly gentleman she’d met in church a few w
