Chapter Seventy Four


"I swear, Mom! He's my Prince Charming!" I overhear Janice say, talking to Chelsea.


"Who? Who is your prince!" I ask, demandingly. I watch my daughter tense up, her cheeks turning to a blood red shade.

"Uh...uh...Nobody!" She claims, running to the barn. As she runs, my wife chuckles to herself, continuing her job of watering the crops.

"What was that all about? She's too young for any prince!" I say, clearing my throat. Chelsea chuckles harder.

"Oh, she just thinks that Denny's kid is cute. That's all." She announces.

"It better be." I hear myself mumble.