Dandelions in Paradise

by Kit Duncan

The next night I stayed outside long after Silas and Sallie had gone into the house. When I finally went inside the living room was quiet, and only one lamp, on the table between the two green overstuffed chairs, was on. I turned the light off and tip toed quietly to my bedroom.

  I didn't bother turning the bedroom light on. I had the room memorized by now. I sat on the edge of the featherbed, cast the covers back, and crawled in.

  I felt an unusual heaviness on my toes, like an extra blanket. I sat back up in the bed and switched on the lamp.

  A brand new, beautiful teal colored afghan was carefully draped across the foot of the bed. A short note was pinned to it: "May all your nights be warmed with love. Sallie and Silas."

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE