You had always been a city girl, rather you guys had moved to L.A, Miami, or even New York, but now you’re dad had to move out of country for his work, and couldn’t bring you with him; Thus why he sent you down to a small town in Texas to live with your grandma until he got back. You thanked your taxi driver and walked up the path with your bags, the air hot and sticky, flies everywhere. You tried to avoid the dirt and even cow dung, thankfully succeeding until you seen a guy in your grandmas yard, looked about your age, pulling some wheat out of the yard. You had never seen him before either. He looked up and seen you. “Hey, you’re Mary’s granddaughter, right?”