Chapter 8
Taco Tuesday was a long-standing tradition Krissy had started six years ago when Ella moved back home. She hadn’t missed one since. Not even a foot of snow could stop her from getting her weekly fix.
Ella rode up to Krissy’s house and hopped off, resting her bike against the white siding. She grabbed the bag of limes out of her basket and headed to the front door.
The house was a cute cape with navy blue shutters and a red door. In a month or two, the blue hydrangea bushes that sat on either side of the door would bloom. The flower beds would be filled with colorful blossoms, and the window boxes would be overflowing with a variety of flowers.
While Ella loved to decorate interiors, Krissy loved to decorate the exteriors. From May to September she was in the yard with her lit
