Y’all are in the same grade, and we made sure they put her in several of your classes so you could help her out.” I had a feeling Brady already knew all this. Uncle Boone continued, “You’ll need to show her around at school on Monday. He looked annoyed at first, but his expression suddenly softened into something resembling concern. “Son, you remember Maggie,” he said in a voice that didn’t leave room for argument.īrady was staring at me. He’s been at us for two years to fix up that space for him so he’d have somewhere more private.”Ī large hand landed on my shoulder as Uncle Boone came to stand beside me. “He’s perfectly happy about moving to the attic room. “Brady’s just being a brat,” Aunt Coralee explained quickly. Oh God, had they given me his room? That couldn’t be good. Now he was leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, brown hair falling into his eyes, a smirk on his face. He had never played with me at family events, was always running off with one of the buddies he’d brought with him. I only remembered my cousin Brady a little. “What? I was just being nice,” he replied. “Brady, don’t,” Uncle Boone said in a stern voice. “Well, I certainly hope you like my room,” a deep voice drawled from the doorway. Instead I put down the backpack from my shoulders then turned and hugged her. If I weren’t afraid of my own voice, I’d tell her thank you. Other than the blue walls, everything else was white. “Here it is,” Aunt Coralee announced as she stopped halfway down the hall and opened the door to a large bedroom. Photos that my mother proudly displayed on the walls of our home. The family photos lining the wall made me turn my head back around and stare straight ahead. I followed both my aunt and uncle up the stairs. I wasn’t necessarily a fan of it now, though. It’s true that I had liked blue a few Christmases ago. I painted it a pretty cotton-candy blue,” Aunt Coralee informed me cautiously. It had been so long since I’d hoped for anything. ![]() They wanted me to like it here-there was a certain hopefulness in their eyes. ![]() I knew my aunt Coralee and uncle Boone were watching me closely as they led me through the house. ![]() And besides, I didn’t want a home-the word came with memories too painful to think about.
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