“I ain’t the only old woman looking. I’m just the only one honest enough to admit it. The others just hire the boy to cut their grass so they can sit at the window and drool.”

“So what’s the verdict?” Kayla asked. “Can I act, or am I just a bimbo who got hired because I look goodin lingerie?”“Is that a trick question?” Sean grinned. “Because I’m pretty sure you look good in lingerie.”

“There are only two types of people who can be totally honest with each other, lovers and strangers. Everyone else is just negotiating.”

“I’m a nosy old woman, it’s a perk of getting old. You can be annoying and people just call you eccentric.”

“Time just seems to fly away for a boy. That, I s’pose, is why one day you wake up suddenly and you ain’t a boy any longer.”

“Lucy said, her nose pressed to the window. “Misunderstanding. No big deal.”Solange quirked a half smile. “You might try complete sentences, Lucy.”“Can’t. Busy.”I was curious despite myself. “What are you doing?”“Drooling,” Solange explained fondly.“I totally am,” Lucy admitted, unrepentant. “Just look at them.”Lucy moved over to give me space. She was watching five of the seven Drake boys repairing the outside wall of the farmhouse, under our window.”