“I suppose that makes sense. Match my skill level with the plant and we
could pick out a pot you think would go well with my décor. I’ll describe it
to you on the way to whichever store you think is best.”
“And what if I don’t behave in whichever store I think is best? Are you
going to take me outside and give me a lecture, deny me ice cream on the
way home? Spank me when we get there?”
“Spank you?” June exclaimed.
An old man gave them a funny look as he hobbled along the path beside
them, leaning heavily on his cane. June covered her mouth to stifle a rather
inappropriate laugh. When she found Arabella doing the same, she nearly
lost it.
She waited a few steps before she burst out laughing. Arabella tried to
shush her, but it wasn’t long before she was snorting and full out laughing
too. She gripped June’s hand and quickly tugged her down the path.
God, if only her high school self could see her laughing like a crazy
person, on her way to buy plants because that was an exciting thing to do
when you were in your late twenties—or any age because plants were
awesome and she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t gotten any before—nearly
bent over double, hobbling down the sidewalk because she couldn’t keep it
together.
She never would have believed it, but even that made her laugh. Her
picturing herself in such total disbelief. She’d probably do everything she
could to avoid ending up here, thinking that it was some great big cosmic
blunder, and that would have been tragic. She was very glad she couldn’t
see into the future. She would have missed out. Big time.
Chapter 16
Arabella
June’s house looked nothing like Arabella thought it would. For one, while
it was in a good neighborhood, the earliest any of the houses besides the
infills had been built was the 1970s. June’s house was a big, sprawling split