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twenty feet wide. The dugout reminded Christina of one of her father’s

pools, and she wanted to laugh. There was no way he would ever set a toe

in that slimy bog.

“I like it,” she exclaimed.

“Me too!” Chloe said. She twirled around in a circle, turning her head

up to the sky. She seemed to have been re-energized at being back on the

farm just like Peppy was.

“Make sure you stay away from the edges,” Taylor warned Chloe. “Far,

far away.”

“I know. I didn’t forget.” Chloe’s nose wrinkled. “It’s scummy and it

smells.”

“It was scummy and it smelled when we left too,” Taylor laughed.

“Yeah, that’s why I only swim in Meemaw’s kids’ pool.”

Chloe picked up a stick that she found on the ground and threw it for

Peppy. He ran off after it happily. He brought it back and she threw it for

him again. They played the game endlessly while Christina and Taylor

watched. Their hands were still linked. Christina loved that warm heat

pressed against her palm. She could almost still feel Taylor’s soft, eager lips

against hers. God, she wanted to kiss her more than anything.

Moooooooooo! Mooooooo!

“Agh!” Christina turned, expecting to find a cow right behind them, the

bellow had been so loud, but when she spun around, there was nothing

there. “That’s crazy,” she panted. “I could have sworn…”

“Ghost moos,” Taylor laughed. “That’s what we call them.” She pointed

to where the ground sloped up in the distance. “They’re just over there. We

can’t see them right now, but there are a few of them close by.”

“How do you know it’s more than one?”

“It probably is. They like to walk in groups.”

“Really?”

“Sometimes. Don’t worry. At the end of the night, they’ll come in and

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