Twenty
Jamison
It’s been three weeks since I kissed Sedona. We spend the majority of our time together. I’ll watch Palmer sometimes while she’s trying to write a piece. Today I convinced her to join me on a picnic by the lake. I kick the soccer ball to Palmer, and she tries to kick it back but misses and ends up on her butt.
I run over, but she stands back up all on her own. Way to go, little lass.
“She’s only nineteen months,” Sedona says from the blanket where the food is spread. She pops a grape into her mouth.
“If I start her now, she’ll be the youngest to ever play in the World Cup.”
Sedona shakes her head. “I meant to ask you about your plans. It’s been over a month now.”
“I’m not sure exactly what yer asking.” I pass the ball back to Palmer, but she gets distracted and chases
