When Evelyn Ford returned, she told Ronan Kendrick what had happened.
Ronan Kendrick was silent for a long time before he said quietly, "Quincy… he's only thirty-one?"
'That cut deep. It was a good thing Quincy didn't hear him.'
"What do you think of him and Wyatt Vaughn?"
"They're good together."
"I think so, too."
Evelyn Ford took out a watermelon and cut it in half. They each took a half and ate it with a spoon. A tablet on the table was playing a horror movie. The two of them watched, chatting intermittently.
The tree seeds scattered around the safe zone had grown into saplings. The wind had been strong lately, starting to blow sand and dust into the area. But with the trees and the head-high Four Seasons Green, people no longer had to cover their faces against the dust storms every day.
Lately, she had been focusing all her energy on planting. Now that life in the safe zone was stabilizing, she could finally take a break and relax a little.
