Chapter 16
Joe arrived at the farm before daybreak. After a hot breakfast the two men went to work. The sunrise was beautiful. Joe couldn't resist. He popped out his phone and took a photo, wishing he could share it with her. Why not? That's what cell phones are for. No words. Just the photo was sent. He had no sooner returned his phone to his pocket than it buzzed. No words. Just a photo of sunrise over Chicago from her balcony.
If a picture if worth a thousand words, then that day Joe and Cara wrote a novel.
7:30 a.m. - Photo from Denver, Joe's hands and a hammer and fence post.
Photo from Chicago, her hand with a spoon and a cup of yogurt.
8:10 a.m. - photo from Denver, Joe's thumb with a band aide on it.
photo from Chicago, her hand holding an ice pack.
1:45 p.m. – photo from Denver, a calf and its momma.
photo from Chicago, her hand over her heart
8:00 p.m. - photo from Denver, Joe's feet propped on an ottoman.
photo from Chicago, her feet in a pair of very high heels
10:00 p.m. – photo from Chicago, her bare feet crossed at
the ankles propped in bed.
Photo from Denver, his bare feet crossed at the ankles propped in bed
The only word they text each other was goodnight.
