Butterflies dance in my stomach again. Silly.
“Samantha Johnson married Mark Norman,” he tells me.
I have a sip of my iced tea. “Well, I saw that one coming. They were inseparable.”
“Well, apparently they aren’t anymore... They got a divorce last year, and Mark’s going through some kind of mid-life crisis. Got himself a Harley, a tattoo, and an eighteen-year old girlfriend.”
I shake my head. “Typical.”
We gossip, chat about our families, and play ‘guess the song’ to the radio. He asks me about my life in Burlington. I don’t talk about Peter, but I tell him all about my friends.
My GPS doesn’t lead me astray, and when it tells us that we’ve arrived at our destination, my heart does a little cartwheel. I’ve never been here, but I know all about it. Momma and Daddy used to come here every summer, just the two of them – it was a tradition. Nanna would take care of us kids, and when Momma and Daddy came back, they always seemed refreshed and happy. Momma would tell us all about how much fun they had, the sex bits edited out of course.
Large oaks and maples form a gorgeous canopy as we turn into the long winding drive. Fall leaves cover the road like a golden welcoming carpet… it’s beautiful.
I smile when I spot the large sign.
Welcome to Whispering Oaks Bed & Breakfast.
Enjoy your stay.
