Chapter 11
Basil Hill Farms was amazing, and Caleb hoped one day he’d be able to take a tour of the property. From what Kate had told him, there was a lot more to see that couldn’t be seen from the road or the house. She pulled the car to a stop in front of a large two-story white farmhouse with a red door and a wraparound porch that was lined with beautiful flower beds. Off to the right side was a two-car garage
“This is some house,” Caleb said, getting out of the car and admiring the property.
“Thanks. Be sure to tell my mother; she loves hearing things like that.”
“What was it like growing up here?” Caleb asked as he waited for Kate to join him. He grew up in a middleclass neighborhood just outside of Boston with a small yard that was just big enough to play catch with his brother.
