They were creative people, so they wanted to name their baby something creative.
"Thorn," he suggested.
"How about Thor?"
"I like Thorn. Or Bramble."
"Bramble is good," she said. She set the Baby Name Book aside. They wouldn’t find what they were looking to find in there.
"We could name him Amish."
"I don’t like that one. How about Apple?"
"Chris Martin took that one already."
"That’s right," she said. "Orange? Banana?"
"Orange - Too bright. Banana - Too vulgar. We need something more manly. Something with power."
"I liked Thorn and Bramble."
By the time the night ended, they had decided on a name.
No one would mess with their kid.
The painting showed a red barn with a field around it and a hill in the background. A stream trickled down from the hill and journeyed through the field.
A tiny green tractor made its way across the landscape.
Two kids threw a ball back and forth beside the barn.
The mother stood at the well. She pulled water up from the well.
The clouds looked like puffy balls of cotton. The sun was bright and yellow.
He leaned back and looked at the painting.
He named the painting Kitsch. Someone in the city would buy it.
Kate pulled her sleeping bag down from the top shelf of the closet. The sleeping bag hit her in the face.
"Oh, gosh," she said. She picked up the sleeping bag and flung it over her shoulder and carried it downstairs.
She searched the downstairs.
"In here, dear." Her mom was in the kitchen.
Kate came into the kitchen and tossed the sleeping bag down. “Mom, do you have the marshmallows?”
"Of course, dear."
"Do you have the cheese dip?"
"I’m gonna go get the wood together. Okay? What time will Daddy be home?"
"Soon. He’ll be home soon. Are you nervous?"
"I’m not nervous."
She left the sleeping bag on the floor in the kitchen and went outside and started gathering up sticks from the yard.
She was a little bit nervous, maybe. Yeah, she was a little bit nervous.
Who wouldn’t be nervous?
She wanted everything to be perfect. She wanted the girls to like it.
It would be her first sleepover since she moved here last month. She wanted to finally have some people here who she could call her friends.
The hunter faced the grizzly bear.
The grizzly bear growled.
The hunter growled.
The grizzly bear took a step forward.
The hunter charged.
Jake dribbled the ball through his legs. He dribbled the ball toward the hoop.
The crowd came to their feet.
The crowd held their breath.
Jake pushed off. He flew through the atmosphere.
He held the ball behind his head.
He threw the ball through the rim, and the crowd went wild.
He woke up.
He sure hoped he got those new Nikes for his birthday. Those new Nikes would change his life forever.