Peach reclined back on the small bench on her front porch, a cold lemonade softly numbing her fingertips in the cool refuge of the shade. The North Carolina heat was unforgiving, but it wasn't something that bothered her. Her hair was tied up and away, and her eyes were closed as she relaxed. Her black sneakers were perched up on the table, but she quickly took them down and sat up as she spoke to the preacher. A familiar figure came up the lawn, strolling past her, followed by an even more familiar face. "Hello, Betty-Lou." Peach smiled up at him.
"How are you?"
"Pretty good, as long as this glass is full." The man in the fine suit laughed softly, then squeezed her sweaty shoulder before going inside. The screen door squeaked as it moved, slamming behind him. A young man slightly taller and less dressed was left in front of her.
"Hi." Peach had closed her eyes again but opened one of them as she felt another touch on her freckled arm.
"Hi Billy." His calloused hand r