#Chapter71
Here Comes Nashville AKA Nash
Patty
/"Nashville?/" Our family asked.
/"Well, Nashville Nathaniel Gray, but Nash for short,/" I told them.
/"Why Nashville?/" Mom asked me.
/"Because we conceived him there,/" I said.
Yep, Nash would kill us when he got older, but I didn’t care. His name suited him.
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After Nash came along, Nate and I decided it would be better to stay home with him. I would take evening classes, so someone stayed at home with Nash.
Nash kept us busy when he started crawling, then walking. I had to chase a toddler, becoming exhausted most of the time and needing sleep. Thank God it’s the weekend, and I had no classes.
Nate walked into the house. /"Um, Betty Crocker?/"
/"Yes, grease monkey,/" I said from the couch.
/"Is there a reason a tornado hit our house?/"
I pointed at Nash.
