“It’s so beautiful here. I’d forgotten that. My fault, though.”
“My fault, too, but we’ve been over that.”
“I guess we’ve both been fools.”
Walt laughed. “Depends on your definition.”
Oh, that sound, so deep and carefree. It was the sound of times spent chasing each other around the farm or making love.
“Tell me, Jared,” Walt said. “And be honest. Do you think you’ll ever come home? Take me out of the equation. Your mom’s getting older. She doesn’t say it, but she could use help with the baked goods part of the business. There’s a place for you here, Jared. Always has been.”
I sighed. “I know. I need to get over myself, I guess. I wouldn’t mind coming back, but I don’t want to be a problem or burden for you. If my being around would cause you pain, then maybe I shouldn’t be here.”
He pinched my bare hand.
“Ow!” I rubbed the sore spot. “You and Mom can quit with the pinching.”