Don’t you want me, Johnny?” she asked, incredulous and very frustrated he was turning her down. I don’t care about the house. x video The most labor-intensive was striping and sanding, staining and varnishing the wide-wood floors, woodwork, and trim inside the farmhouse. He held her gently and kissed the top of her head, sighing contentedly, and Rachel said, “John?”
“Yes Bunny, what is it?”
“Bunny?” she asked, squeezing his hand and delighted with this sweet term of endearment, one that she hadn’t heard since her father passed; her Dad called her Bunny, and it was something she never told John. “Johnny?” “Yes,” he answered. “Yes, she was,” he agreed, “The farm thrived when she was alive.
