Tiny loose gravel crunched beneath her brown leather sandals as Maggie clipped along the pavement. She paused, scanning the great lawn looking for Bobby. Anxiously, she dialed him again. I still dont see you, she said.
I see you and you look beautiful. Stay where you are, cher. Ill be right there.
She dropped her phone back into her summer bag and distractedly wiped her palms on the skirt of her sapphire colored sundress. She glanced down at herself, and for the hundredth time that afternoon, she hoped that the dress was appropriate for a July 4th family celebration. Bobby had asked her to meet him along with his parents and Savannah for a picnic supper in the park before the fireworks.