boy is something else!”
“You two never did get along very well,” replies Viola. “He means well, he really does. But I don’t think he realizes just how much more than a house and a town this place is to me.
“Little Hill is my entire life. I was born here. I was here before the town square had even completely come up. I want to be here to see this town grow until the end of my days. This is my town.
“Do you see those light blue shutters, and the rails on the porch with the rose bushes planted all the way around and the woodwork on the swing? Bobby did that all, just for me. That bench over there in between those two pear trees is where we were sitting when I told him I was pregnant with Bo’s father.
“Every moment I am alive I will live in and appreciate all of his hard work and dedication to make me the perfect home to raise my family.
“My every want in a home and in a husband, he fulfilled, and I will not show any lack of respect to that man. God rest his soul.”
A slight smile creeps upon Katherine’s lips, “So how about that light bulb?” As they walk into the house Katherine feels like a ton of bricks has been lifted off of her chest.
“Thank you, Katy bug,” says Miss Viola as Katherine walks up the steps into the house to replace the light bulb.
It’s been a long, emotionally trying day and she could use some relaxation and a good night’s sleep. As Katherine comes up to her driveway, she stands still for a moment, looking up at her little country style house with the hanging planters around the front and the white rocking chair on the porch, and wonders, “Will I ever be able to leave this place?”
She gets changed into a night gown, makes a cup of chamomile tea and grabs her Bible and snuggles into her plush bed. Reading Proverbs 31, she wonders if she will ever find a man to share her life with, to whom she could be the kind of wife that she desires to be, and to have him build her the perfect home, just like Bobby had done for Miss Viola. After all, she is 25 now, and if what Agnes Jones says is true, all of the fish in the sea will be swallowed up if she waits too much longer.
Bo boards his plane to make the thirty-five-minute flight to James City. There isn’t an airport in Little Hill, so that is as close as he will get. He despises long car trips and much prefers to view the sights from the top.
Flirting with the cute blonde flight attendant with the name Susan written on her name tag, he finds that the look on her face is screaming, “Take your bottle of water and leave me alone.”
“Eh,” he brushes it off. “This is her job, she must get hit on by every lonely traveler that boards the plane,” he thinks to himself.
Bo has a lot more strategizing to do anyway, if he is going to get his poor old grandmother to move to Dallas. No time for flirting with a woman I will most probably never lay eyes on again. He closes his eyes and leans back in his seat to think, only to awaken thirty minutes later to Susan’s voice coming over the intercom.
“Everyone please buckle your seat belts, we are preparing to land at James City international airport. The weather is 78 degrees, partly cloudy with 5 mile per hour winds. We hope you have enjoyed your flight with us. Please stay seated until we have come to a complete stop and the seat belt sign is off.”
As they file off of the plane one by one, Bo tries to figure out in which direction the rent-a-car center is. As he steps up to the desk, the clerk, looking as if he would rather be anywhere else, says, “Yes, sir, how can I help you?”
“I need to rent a car,” says Bo.
“Of course, you need to rent a car,” replies the man, “why else would you be standing in front of me?” “Is there any preference that you have?”
“No,” replies Bo,
“You two never did get along very well,” replies Viola. “He means well, he really does. But I don’t think he realizes just how much more than a house and a town this place is to me.
“Little Hill is my entire life. I was born here. I was here before the town square had even completely come up. I want to be here to see this town grow until the end of my days. This is my town.
“Do you see those light blue shutters, and the rails on the porch with the rose bushes planted all the way around and the woodwork on the swing? Bobby did that all, just for me. That bench over there in between those two pear trees is where we were sitting when I told him I was pregnant with Bo’s father.
“Every moment I am alive I will live in and appreciate all of his hard work and dedication to make me the perfect home to raise my family.
“My every want in a home and in a husband, he fulfilled, and I will not show any lack of respect to that man. God rest his soul.”
A slight smile creeps upon Katherine’s lips, “So how about that light bulb?” As they walk into the house Katherine feels like a ton of bricks has been lifted off of her chest.
“Thank you, Katy bug,” says Miss Viola as Katherine walks up the steps into the house to replace the light bulb.
It’s been a long, emotionally trying day and she could use some relaxation and a good night’s sleep. As Katherine comes up to her driveway, she stands still for a moment, looking up at her little country style house with the hanging planters around the front and the white rocking chair on the porch, and wonders, “Will I ever be able to leave this place?”
She gets changed into a night gown, makes a cup of chamomile tea and grabs her Bible and snuggles into her plush bed. Reading Proverbs 31, she wonders if she will ever find a man to share her life with, to whom she could be the kind of wife that she desires to be, and to have him build her the perfect home, just like Bobby had done for Miss Viola. After all, she is 25 now, and if what Agnes Jones says is true, all of the fish in the sea will be swallowed up if she waits too much longer.
Bo boards his plane to make the thirty-five-minute flight to James City. There isn’t an airport in Little Hill, so that is as close as he will get. He despises long car trips and much prefers to view the sights from the top.
Flirting with the cute blonde flight attendant with the name Susan written on her name tag, he finds that the look on her face is screaming, “Take your bottle of water and leave me alone.”
“Eh,” he brushes it off. “This is her job, she must get hit on by every lonely traveler that boards the plane,” he thinks to himself.
Bo has a lot more strategizing to do anyway, if he is going to get his poor old grandmother to move to Dallas. No time for flirting with a woman I will most probably never lay eyes on again. He closes his eyes and leans back in his seat to think, only to awaken thirty minutes later to Susan’s voice coming over the intercom.
“Everyone please buckle your seat belts, we are preparing to land at James City international airport. The weather is 78 degrees, partly cloudy with 5 mile per hour winds. We hope you have enjoyed your flight with us. Please stay seated until we have come to a complete stop and the seat belt sign is off.”
As they file off of the plane one by one, Bo tries to figure out in which direction the rent-a-car center is. As he steps up to the desk, the clerk, looking as if he would rather be anywhere else, says, “Yes, sir, how can I help you?”
“I need to rent a car,” says Bo.
“Of course, you need to rent a car,” replies the man, “why else would you be standing in front of me?” “Is there any preference that you have?”
“No,” replies Bo,
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