As the last light faded from the sky, we saw headlights turn into the driveway that ran down the side of the barn.
“That’s my Mom,” I said finally breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between us.
“Ok,” he answered. Standing up, he reached down and helped me to my feet. Still not speaking we went back to the ladder and climbed down. He walked me to the barn door, bent down and pressed his cheek to mine and whispered, “See ya later,” in my ear. I found myself unable to speak, yet again damn it, and opening the door went out to the car.
