Rob and Hannah, to be precise. They're my blonde, curly-headed relatives, and this is after Grandma's funeral.
Rob and Carol came in from Steamboat, and it's always great to be around them. They always have such stories to tell. In fact, in June, Rob and I tooled around Etowah and Lepanto and he pointed out all the fields the high school kids used to pull into to have sex back in the day. Northeast Arkansas is as flat as a pancake, and it didn't seem to be very private to be in a field that was essentially in the middle of town, but I suppose the towns are so small not only does everyone know who is doing who anyway, but no one would be around to necessarily witness goings-on in Old Man Whoever's field.
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