Truncheon North (гет)

On hot nights in the summer you read picture books on the patio out back. The lights strung across the yard look almost like the stars you can’t find in the city. They remind you of home. The kids come in their pajamas, sprawl on a dozen quilts donated by your mom. You start thinking about a growing life, a growing family. You talk about it with him in bed at night, in the dark.