She half hoped he would, and yet dreaded his appearance. What if he had discovered something bad when he’d spoken with her father? The night air was cool on her cheeks. The spicy scent of the tree was almost overwhelming. Her butt was just starting to go numb when she heard the back door open and close down below. A few moments later she caught the scent of cigarette smoke over the tree’s pungent aroma. “Are you going to attempt the climb down tonight?” Josef’s low voice drifted up from the ground. She peered down into the dark shadows of the yard, careful not to accidentally pitch forward. “I was thinking about it, but the getting back up is so problematic.” “Ah,” he mused thoughtfully. “Yet we managed.” “I was standing on your shoulders so awkwardly that I think I might have actually stepped on your face.” She recalled the incident with mixed feelings.
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