Rory, Ariadne, and Persephone were almost late for dinner, but then, Ariadne had still, after a year and a half, not gotten the hang of packing the baby bag, her purse, and the yarn bag all together. Aiden’s father took the littlest ones out to go pet the bunnies and chinchillas and such in the outside pen, and Jeremy knew by now that they were gentle with the more tender of the critters. Aiden’s mother brought the cake of course, and Aiden’s brothers and sisters showed up too. Summer was holding onto it’s heat a little, and he’d had to open all of the windows in the snug little two-story, letting the flowing curtains blow in and out as the wind swept the bowl valley of Granby. For him, as he learned to knit-and mastered his craft-it was like he worked all year for those three months, and then the big payoff in December.Īnd because he’d been just the help-and because Aiden had been a callow boy who had grown into a strong and able man-it had not occurred to any of the people who loved him most that Jeremy didn’t have a birthday.Ĭraw and Ben showed up at their house first, since Jeremy had elected to host. Aiden’s in August, Ariadne’s in September, and Craw’s in November. The first year Jeremy had come to Granby, Aiden had already been eighteen, but as Jeremy’s stay had grown beyond those first few months, when he lived in Craw’s tack room, and into the years in his own apartment, he’d become part of the family unit that celebrated each birthday as it arrived. Jeremy knew when Aiden’s birthday was-the beginning of the fall.
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