“My dad loved those trees. They were award winning. He loved them more than me. And if he was going to love a tree more than me then he wasn’t allowed to have them,” she said. “Oh I’m… I forgot something,” she blushed some. “When I was fifteen, seventeen. And twenty one…. I was betrothed.” She admitted shamefully. “Obviously I didn’t want to marry any of them. But I’ve sort of tried to forget about those… Does that bother you?”
He shook his head. “It doesn’t bother me. But, engaged at fifteen? That’s kinda ridiculous. I mean, yeah, Christine and I got married when I was seventeen and she was about to turn sixteen, but that was because she was pregnant and I wanted to be able to see my kid. I don’t think you should have been engaged when you were fifteen.”
“I’m going across the hall to change, hurry up,” He threw his bag over his shoulder, then grabbed a pair of boots out of...
“Well I don’t. But fine. Leave me to change”