Being Yours
And why, despite being frantically busy all day, working with her brother and Ann, playing with her - darling little niece, sorting, too often tearfully, through her mother’s things, was Saturday so long?
Then when noon Sunday arrived, and Cliff did not, Lynne had to force herself to stay in the back yard, carefully weeding the small vegetable garden she had planted there some months ago.
When he did come, and Ann brought him out to where Lynne crouched, and she looked up at him in a spangle of sunlight dappling through the leaves of a tree, her heart raced. Her mouth went dry, and the soil on her hands turned to instant mud.
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