Chapter 18 - THE SUNSETOne evening, Clifford brought two glasses of sweet tea onto the porch.
Avery was sitting on the top step with her laptop.
"How are the numbers?"
"Better than last year."
"How much better?"
"Twenty percent."
Clifford whistled.
"Look at you."
Avery laughed.
"The organic certification helped."
She closed the laptop.
Then looked toward the cemetery hill.
"Do you ever miss her?"
Clifford didn't answer immediately.
Every day.
But he didn't say it.
Instead, he looked toward the oak tree where Margaret rested.
"I don't miss her less."
Avery waited.
"I just learned how to carry it."
She reached for his hand.
"I almost lost everything."
"No."
Clifford squeezed her fingers.
"You almost lost someone who wasn't worth keeping."
May you like
Avery smiled.
"And I found my way home."
