A few months later, a moving truck pulled up across the street.
Aaron smiled.
"I'll ask."
A few months later, a moving truck pulled up across the street.
The new owners were a young couple with a little boy who looked about six.
The kid spent most of the morning racing across the front lawn while his parents carried boxes inside.
The hydrangea was still beside the porch.
The grass was getting a little long.
So was Mr. Vance's chair.
Noah and I stood in our driveway watching them for a minute.
The grass was getting a little long.
I looked at Noah.
He looked at the lawn.
Then he pushed our mower back into our own garage.
For four years, on Saturdays like this, morning had meant pushing our mower across that street.
Instead, he smiled.
"Looks like they've got it from here."
Then he pushed our mower back into our own garage.
And for the first time in four years, Saturday felt complete.
