Under the Magnolia Trees ON HOLD

Prolouge

"I cannot believe mom and dad are shipping us back to farm country for the summer so they can go to a "grownups only" spa and retreat in Hawaii, hello just get us an apartment there, you are sixteen and I'm almost fourteen," my brother Noah ranted and I giggled at his air quotes. "I mean what am I supposed to do help muck stalls or shit."

"Noah, calm down this is Bethany and her family remember, we used to hang with them all the time growing up. Their farm was just down the street from ours. And A. You are still thirteen B. They don't have pigs, they have a dairy farm and sell milk and cheese. It was Sam and Mathew's family that had the pigs, and from what I remember," he interrupted me,

"In my defense I was eight when we left, you may continue," 

"You, Mason, and Kathleen used to love to play in the pig pen with the piglets. One day you three came back to Bethany's so muddy that we hosed you off. C Don't swear Bethany hates it because that's what her husband used to do all the time." I smiled fondly at the memory.

"And then dad created a computer gizmo and we moved to New York City." Noah interjected.

"Turn right," I told the cab driver as the scenery became familiar around us, "and now, if it's only for a summer we are going home." And with that the cab driver pulled up the long driveway to the farmhouse from my memories. We were ambushed with hugs and familiar faces before we could exit the car completely.