Oh. Okay, he didn't screw that up yet. Good. Cricket breathes a little sigh of relief.

"Well...I can't go back now. But it was beautiful. The woods and the lakes and all, and nature? And the people were poor and practical and neighbors took care of each other."

He rests his elbows on the counter, chin in his hands and gaze soft and distant. "Jackie and I used to spend all summer barefoot outside, gettin' into trouble."