Guy smelled so nice. Like lumber and leather and lemon oil. Which made perfectly good sense considering he spent most of his time in a store that sold those things. A trip to the lake was not a bad way to spend a car ride after a busy day of meetings. To focus on something other than how amazing Guy smelled, she thought about the recently planted beds of blooming day lilies. Their playground effort was starting to become visible. There was a metal frame donated by the salvage shop where new swings would eventually hang, a dome-shaped network of monkey bars that needed sanding and fresh paint, and a low fence surrounding a two-year-old pecan tree planted in Phillip’s memory. An embarrassing flush seeped throughout her body. Her palms grew moist as her face went hot with shame. The playground would be a tribute to the selfless young man who’d willingly given his very life so the children in another country might experience the freedom his son would likely take for granted.
What do You think about More Room For Love (2012)?
