The walk from the driveway to Davis’s house was frigid, even in my winter coat and mittens.
You never think much about weather when it’s good, but once it gets cold enough to see your breath, you can’t ignore it.
The weather decides when you think about it, not the other way around.
As I approached, the front door opened for me. Davis was sitting on the couch next to Noah, playing their usual starfighter video game.
“Hi,” I said. “Hey,” Davis said. “’Sup,” Noah added. “Listen, bud,” Davis said as he stood up.
“I’m gonna go for a walk with Aza before she debundles. Back in a bit, cool?”
He reached over and mussed Noah’s hair. “Cool,” Noah said. “I read Daisy’s stories,” I told him as we walked.
The grass of the golf course was still cut perfectly short, even though the only golfer in the family had now been missing for months.
“They’re pretty good, right?” “I guess. I was distracted by how terrible Ayala is.”
“She’s not all bad. Just anxious.” “She causes one hundred percent of the problems in the stories.”
He nudged his shoulder against me sweetly. “I kind of liked her, but I guess I’m biased.”
We walked around the whole property until we eventually stopped at the pool.
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