#Chapter29
I laughed. I could hear my parents arguing about meat. They didn’t fight they had arguments or disagreements as Mom liked to call them. They always made up quickly though.
/"Callie God!/" Mom said walking in from the back yard. /"Your father is going to ruin dinner./" I laughed at her dramatics and followed her to the kitchen counter where she was looking at the pie that sat there.
/"I’m sure everything will be fine,/" I reassured her.
/"Colt, dear,/" Mom looked at him with pleading eyes, /"can you go help him please?/" Colt smiled at her and nodded. He sent me a wink on his way to the door.
/"You two are so cute,/" Mom smiled at me but busied herself with stirring something on the stove before I could tell her to stop. I walked out of the kitchen toward my grandma that sat on the couch watching something on television.
/"Hi, grandma,/" I sat down beside her.
