TITLE: Apple of Discord
Dad’s hands jittered on the steering wheel as we drove past the “Welcome to Bethany Hills!” sign. I could see his eyes searching for something, anything to talk about.
“This looks like such a nice little town, honey.” His eyes darted to my face like a skittish sparrow.
I refused to turn my head, but my eyes, hiding behind lavender framed shades, were watching him. Hours ago a veil of clouds slid overhead, threatening snow, making my sunglasses pointless, but I still needed their protection.
“Look! There’s the village square, and the forest, I think, is out that way,” he said, pointing west. “The realtor said there are some nice farms near the forest, but we’re living north where all the neighborhoods are. Our neighborhood is called Will O’ the Wisp—isn’t that charming? And we’ll be living on Foxglove Lane. The house has a huge back yard with a fence, which will be great for Baskie.”
Stop blathering, Dad! All his yammering made my head swim.
“That’s nice, Dad.” A sigh slipped out as I reached back to pat my giant black shaggy dog who blanketed the back seat of our tiny Volkswagen Beetle. Baskie snuffled to acknowledge the pat, but didn’t bother to raise his head from his paws. I knew he was thinking of chasing seagulls on the beach—we both were. But it had been so long, and so many moves since then.
“Hey! Before we go to the house, do you want to see where I’ll be working?”