Tag: Then Coffee Flew Across The Patio-heyily

Lily was two years old that summer, still young enough to sleep with one palm tucked under her cheek and old enough to believe every bright plastic thing in the world had been placed there for her to admire. She had soft curls that sprang back when I brushed them, round cheeks that flushed when…

Lily was two years old that summer, still young enough to sleep with one palm tucked under her cheek and old enough to believe every bright plastic thing in the world had been placed there for her to admire.   She had soft curls that sprang back when I brushed them, round cheeks that flushed…