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She cups my cheek with her hand, a silent I love you I suppose

Buchanans have never been great at saying hoe feel, and our love language is a little different than s don’t have to be said to be felt

“You keep McCoy busy today?” She flips into productive e and pantry and lining everything up on the center island Froht

Onlya o to talk her out of it, but she wouldn’t hear it I learned a lifeti it is a waste of perfectly good energy

There’s also the fact that not a single one of us knows our way around the kitchen beyond heating up a can of soup or throwing together a lunch o

“You need help with anything?” I ask as she slices onions without so much as a tear

“Oh, honey, you’ve been working all day” She waves toward the living room “Go put your feet up and I’ll call you in when it’s time to eat”

The obnoxious electronicroo is she wants me to keep an eye on the boy

“Up,” I say when I get to the recliner “You’re in my seat”

McCoy slides down to the ground, never once taking his eyes off the screen His tongue is jaht blue character who’s flying and bouncing all over the place

I never did get into these things as a kid It was too much chaos for me

I’d much rather have trailed the fields on the back of my horse or laid on top of a butte beneath a blanket of stars and nothing but the sound of crickets and owls

“There’s a tire swing out front by the gas pump,” I tell him “You should try it sometime I think you’d like it”

“Huh?” He turns to ht back

“You have no idea what you’re , kid”

Maybe it’s better that way …

… because you can’tyou never had