something. Maybe somewhere around twelve? That should do
it.”
“Twelve. Oh boy. That might raise some eyebrows. I mean,
if we aren’t enough to do that ourselves.”
“You know, I actually think it’s going to be okay. One
person’s hateful opinions don’t make a whole town. And
there’s always room for change. I want to believe that.”
“Do you really?”
Adalynn nodded. “Yes.” She found that she did. She wasn’t
just trying to be positive or cling to hope.
Cassia’s answering smile was the only encouragement she
needed. “I think that’s very admirable. And brave. And
wonderful. You know what else I think?”
“What’s that?” Adalynn should have known by the devious
expression on Cassia’s face that she’d thought up something
wild.
“We need a garden. A big one out back where we can grow
our own food. And we should take cooking lessons to learn
what to make with it. And goats. I think we definitely need to
have goats. It would get too expensive paying someone to cut
that lawn all year round. We’ll have to figure out zoning, if
we’re allowed to keep livestock, but I think goats would be
nice. And chickens.”
“Oh. I see. So, it’s actually your dream to live on a farm?”
“No,” Cassia giggled, then turned a much shyer gaze from
the back patio door she’d been looking out of, out at the yard
that went on forever, at the tall green grass that needed cutting
again, back to Adalynn. “It’s my dream to live with someone I
care about and for that to always be more than enough.”
That hit Adalynn straight in the chest, and she gulped down