Dear Diary,
Luna’s mom got me a whole set of paints with canvases and an easel for my birthday! I couldn’t believe it! I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. I painted two pictures and took one to Luna and one to June as a thank you for everything that they do for me. They immediately hung them in their rooms and were so excited to get them.
It made me really happy.
I can’t wait to paint more.
TTYL,
Sarah
ChapterFourteen
Tanner
“These will do,” she says, pointing to the cheapest chisel and hammer the hardware store has.
“You’ll break them on those rocks.” I shake my head and grab the more expensive ones, then smile when Sarah’s brows bunch together in a scowl. “This way, you’ll have these for all the geodes you find in the future.”
“Well, that’s true. I’ll make a little toolbox for our glamping trips.”
We add a small, red toolbox to our pile of purchases that also includes a towel to throw away and a bucket, then make our way to the checkout counter.
“I’mstarving,” Sarah says when we leave the store.
“It’s been a little while since the sandwiches,” I agree. “Should we take a pizza back with us?”
“You get me,” she decides as she fastens her seatbelt. “I like that about you.”
I put our order in at a local pizza spot online, and while we wait for it to be ready, Sarah grabs her phone to take some photos of the cute little town but frowns when she looks down at the screen.
“It says I don’t have any service.”
I check my own phone and shake my head. “I have one bar. Maybe power off and back on again.”
“It sucks when we move in and out of coverage so much. Confuses the phone.”
She powers off the phone, then waits a couple of minutes and turns it back on. “Nope. No service.”
“That’s odd.”
My own phone pings with a message that our order is ready, so I walk inside to collect the food, and when I come back out, Sarah’s taking some photos.
“The camera still works,” she says with a shrug. “I’ll figure the rest out when we get home in a couple of days. I don’t really need it, and we have yours for emergencies.”
“Good idea.” With Petunia sunning herself on the dash, I start the van, and we head back to our home away from home.
“Was it this bumpy going in?” Sarah wants to know as we bump along the road that leads into the campground.
“Yes. You were just asleep.”
“That’s right.”
I check in with the kiosk, and before long, we’re back at our spot. And, with the pizza temporarily forgotten, Sarah gets to work setting up a little geode-cracking station.
“Okay, I want to catch the water and examine it,” she says as she places a rock to crack the geode on in the bucket. “I’m so curious. Does it smell bad? What does it taste like?”
“You’re absolutelynotdrinking that water.”