“Is she still the birthday lady?” Parker wanted to know. “I guess she is just Courtney now,” I replied.
Hudson thought about it and said that sounded even worse. The following summer we returned and I had a new gate installed with a large sign that said “Private Property.”
Below that, at Hudson’s suggestion, we added “No Tiaras Allowed.” That night we made a bonfire and the boys argued over who had thrown the best piece of cake.
Neither of their stories was accurate, but both were better that way. I heard them laughing while the stream murmured in the background and the fire dwindled to embers.
