Chloe smiled when she saw Isabella smile once again. Almost immediately her cheerful personality returned and it made her remember something she had heard once before, ‘Like water off a duck’s back.’ She chuckled slightly before taking the piece of plywood and carrying it over to the coop. While Isabella went to grab more chicken wire, Chloe found a saw and cut the wood into more manageable pieces. While Isabella held the pieces in place, Chloe nailed the pieces in, pushing on it to make sure it would stay in place. After that was done they fixed up the chicken wire and the two girls stood back to admire their work. It wasn’t professional, but it would hold and hopefully protect the chickens from anything else that came around.

It wasn’t long before Isabella took her hand again to show her around. As they walked past the back porch with the sun shining down on it, she couldn’t help but smile. She remembered back to when she was a child; a better time, a more peaceful time. Almost everyday her mother would take her outside to sit on the porch or deck and read to her. They read so much that it would barely take a few days to burn through single chapter book. She remembered how she would sit and wait on the deck for her mom to come out with a new and interesting book to read to her and how delighted it made her feel. It really didn’t matter what kind of book it was, being read to by her mother was always the best. A melancholic look appeared on her face for a moment before Isabella spoke again, causing her to quickly change her expression and turn to her. She didn’t even have time to respond before she was pulled along once again to a new place.

“Wow…” She said, staring at the beautiful water in awe. She could see why Isabella loved this place. Chloe shook her head in response to Isabella. “No, I’ve never fished before.” Chloe chuckled at her story and reaction. She seemed to be fond of Nathan, even if Chloe wasn’t, but she kept her mouth shut about that. As Isabella talked about her father, Chloe made her way down the dock, taking off her shoes and socks and rolling up her pants so she could sit beside Isabella and place her feet in the water. She shivered slightly at the temperature pulling her feet out for a moment before easing them back in. 

By the time she was adjusted she turned to Isabella to see her hair tied up and she smiled. “You look good with your hair up.” She commented before swishing her feet in the water. “My sister used to love playing with my hair when it was long.” She chuckled slightly, “It was a bit of a pain and when I got it cut it took her a while to get used to it.”