Returning Home (The Seaside Chronicles Book 1) by Kelly Elliott

Author:Kelly Elliott [Elliott, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: K. Elliott Enterprises, INC
Published: 2022-07-11T18:30:00+00:00

Palmer and I took a step back and surveyed my new room.

“It looks so cozy,” I said with a smile.

I’d been pleasantly surprised by how large the extra bedroom was in Palmer’s house. Her home had once been a carriage house, owned by one of the more prominent citizens of Seaside who’d helmed a successful shipping fleet. The previous owners had remodeled it and made it into a two-bedroom house that sat on almost an acre of land with a view of the waterfront. Palmer even had a private path down to the beach. The main house was up the driveway some, and Palmer did have to share the drive, but that didn’t bother her at all. They always kept it plowed in the winter, and that alone was worth sharing, according to Palmer.

My new room was painted a baby blue and filled with off-white beachy furniture that Palmer had picked up at a garage sale last summer. I could tell my sister was a Target whore because nearly everything in her house came from the place. Including my new bedding and towels.

“If you don’t like anything, you can change it.”

I turned toward my baby sister. She was wearing jean-shorts overalls, a yellow T-shirt that said I Scoop Poop, and her hair was pulled up in two pigtails. She looked adorable, especially since she’d come home from doing exactly what her T-shirt proclaimed. Scooping up poop.

“Are you kidding? I love all of it, Palmer,” I said. “Your house is so cute.”

Just then, a petite black-and-white cat jumped up on my bed, turned three times, and lay down on the blanket at the bottom.

“Whiskey, that’s not your bed.”

I laughed and shook my head. “She’s fine.”

“He. My gosh, Addie, how many times do I have to tell you the cat is a he?”

Holding up my hands in defense, I said, “I’m sorry! He is okay. I love cats and don’t mind him being in here at all.”

Palmer snickered. “Wait until his cat hair gets on your clothes. Then you’ll care.” She suddenly gasped. “Shit, I need to go to the Walters’ to take their dog out for a walk. Will you be home for dinner tonight?”

“Yep. Gannon’s working, and we didn’t plan on dinner tonight. So, unless he’s able to join, it’ll only be us.”

“I was planning on making some homemade pizzas. You still like the same toppings?”

A memory of me and my three siblings, all standing on chairs around the kitchen island as Mom let us make our pizzas, hit me hard. It was one of my favorite memories, and it was on that day that I decided I liked pineapple as a topping after Palmer had accidentally put it on my pizza. Palmer and I still ate our pizza the same way, or at least I was pretty sure we did.

“Pepperoni, mushroom, banana peppers, and pineapple.”

Palmer brought her hands up to her chest and flashed me a silly smile. “It warms my heart that you still eat your pizza that way.

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