“We do not need to make a big production out of it,” he said, his eyes scanning the counter for his keys. “At our age, quiet is better.”👉 Read the Full Story
The landline on the wall rang twice before I reached it, the cord stretching tight across the breadboard.
“Mom, do not say no,” Lily said, her voice rushing through the receiver so fast she overlapped my greeting. “We are booking the Gilded Lantern for the twelfth at seven. It is already set.”
“That is too expensive, Lily,” I whispered, looking toward the hallway where Damon was putting on his boots.
“Jake is helping pay, and Noah is coming home from school,” she said. I could hear the faint, familiar clicking of her silver rings twisting against each other on the other end of the line. “You only turn fifty once. Wear something beautiful.”
Damon stopped by the door, his eyes lingering on my hands as I held the receiver.
“Who is that?” he asked.
“Lily,” I said, placing a hand over the mouthpiece. “She was just asking about the garden.”
He checked his watch, turned the doorknob, and stepped out onto the porch without another word.
I stood there listening to the hum of the old refrigerator, the cold paper towel still pressed against my thumb.
The wind in Oak Creek was cold that afternoon, sending dry brown sycamore leaves scraping across the asphalt of Main Street. I had three hours before the boys got home from their shifts, and my grocery list was already checked off.
