Interesting. Very interesting.
Beth made her way to Hank's side just as the auctioneer stepped to the front porch.
Frank turned on the microphone and inhaled a deep breath. “Remember folks, all proceeds of this auction go to the Dry Creek County Big Brothers and Big Sisters Program. We'll start the bidding at…”
Beth slipped her hand into Hank's. “Come on, let's go.”
“Don't you want to stay?”
Glancing back at the people milling around her grandparents' front yard, she remembered the birthday parties out back, the way her abuelita's cheese enchiladas smelled and the many nights she’d spent as a teenager, tucked away on a lumpy twin mattress dreaming about Hank Layton. The memories were hers forever. She took them with her wherever she went.
“That's just a house.” She brushed his lips with hers. “You're my home.”