The gesture was almost unconscious every time she thought of Aden. Three weeks ago, he had given her her first, second, and third kisses ever. Four days ago, he had followed up with another kiss. Would life ever be normal again? Deftly, Lily threaded the wet clothes through the wringer with one hand while turning the crank with the other. Treva Schrock eagerly held out her hands to catch the clothes coming out of the wringer. She put the wet laundry in a basket at her feet, ready to be hung on the line. “I am glad you came to visit today, Treva,” Lily said. “You are a big help with the laundry.” Treva held up a damp purple dress. “I like this.” “That’s Estee’s. Purple is one of my favorite colors too.” Lily put another shirt through the wringer and puckered her lips again. Had she done it right? How many other girls had Aden kissed before? A boy who’d been arrested three times probably kissed girls every day. Was she a disappointment to a boy with so much experience?
