The wind shook the branches of the oak overhead.

“She’s putting up a fence around him, honey.

One board at a time.”

I looked over the hedge toward the farmhouse driveway.

Ethan was carrying his last leather duffel out of the house.

Vanessa walked next to him holding her purse.

“I asked him about the guest list this morning,” I said.

“He told me to stop pestering her.