I sat on the porch with a glass of wine, watching the sunset over the water. The sky was a dark blue with a dusky pink over by the fading sun. The door opened, and Wendy and Toya settled next to me. “Carly?” Toya took a deep drink from her wineglass.
“In bed.” I sighed and wiped my face.
“Back in her make shift canopy bed?” Wendy took a smaller sip from hers.
“Yeah.” I sighed. “My mother went crazy with the blankets.” Wendy and Toya laughed. “She used to do the same in my room when I missed my dad. She sent for blankets and made this blanket fort over my bed.” I closed my eyes and I could still smell it. “It made me feel safe, and like I was back with my dad.”
“It helped that much?” Toya swirled her wine and looked over at me.
I nodded. “The tents layer the scent inside. You are su
