Chapter six is titled field trip. It is the perfect first three sentences.
I was still packing my suitcase when Savanna barked and Martha walked through the front door of her daddy's former house. Our long-awaited tour of the Delta was finally happening. She handed me an oat bran muffin, and said, "Here, this is the last roughage you're going to see for a while."
There's just something about Martha. We all seem to have Marthas in this world.
Today I am grateful for that.