Everyone gathered around the lonely bus stop a mile or two down the turn off from the shack. “Damn, this is itchy.” Stan scratched at the goodbye sweater Mabel had made him. He only wore it cause he’d feel terrible if he didn’t.
“I wanted to make you one too, Grunkle Clayton. But I ran out of yarn.” She said, shrugging.
Clayton chuckled. “Its alright, Mabel. You can make me one next time.” She grinned up towards him.
Her brother was over with Wendy, recollecting on what went on this summer. She suddenly would swap hats with him. His face flushed when she said it was to remember her by. He would move down to them at some point, recognizing that Sabrina had a new accessory. “That ring looks ancient.” He commented on it.
Sabrina lifted her hand, revealing it to the others. “Whoa, are you
