Jason was still at the Jackson house. Fawn had left with Angel but he hung around to talk to Nana.
They sat on the porch rocking in the new chairs he and his dad had made for these dear friends. Jason took a long drink of his lemonade, a gentle breeze ruffling his dark hair. Maybe some day I’ll get to be a permanent resident, at least until I build a home for Fawn and myself, and Nana too, if she’s still alive.
Nana wore her customary bonnet, not the one Angel had just given her.
Jason cocked his head to the left and looked at Nana’s bonnet. “I think I like this bonnet better than the one Angel just brought.”
Nana smiled and patted it. “It ain’t fancy. It’s plain like me.” She winked at Jason. “When are ya gonna let Fawn know ye’re sweet on her?” She laughed as she continued, “I ain’t so blind or so old I don’t recognize love when I see it. The flowers you bring every week from your mama’s garden are pretty, and I enjoy them, but I know they’re really meant for Fawn. After all, I got my own...