“I'll get you,” she called to him with a wild giggle, making kissing noises as loudly as she could while she chased after him. Her unpinned, mud brown hair whipped wildly in the wind as she chased him around the maple tree and down the stone walkway leading to the shed, trampling over his mother's wildflowers before running up the large hill that led to the house. “You'd better run, Elijah, because when I catch you, you'll be getting this kiss whether you want it or not,” she called as she chased him around the field. Lips still puckered and ready, she stepped closer to him. He just needs a little kiss!” She puckered her lips and leaned forward.Įight-year-old Elijah was off his bottom and to his feet before she could come within a foot of him, let alone touch her puckered lips to his skin. Lady Amelia twisted her lips and enthusiastically nodded her agreement. “He isn’t, is he?” Henry, his twin, chimed in, grinning.
“And why not?” She put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips.Ī sound of annoyance erupted from her throat and she stomped her foot. “You're it!” five-year-old Lady Amelia Brice squealed as she pressed her dirty hands against Elijah's back.Įlijah remained seated in his shady spot on the grass and swatted at the neighbor girl who had an odd tendency to think of him as her playmate.
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