#Chapter29

I laughed. I could hear my parents arguing about meat. They didn’t fight they had arguments or disagreements as Mom liked to call them. They always made up quickly though.

“Callie God!” Mom said walking in from the back yard. “Your father is going to ruin dinner.” I laughed at her dramatics and followed her to the kitchen counter where she was looking at the pie that sat there.

“I’m sure everything will be fine,” I reassured her.

“Colt, dear,” Mom looked at him with pleading eyes, “can you go help him please?” Colt smiled at her and nodded. He sent me a wink on his way to the...