Chapter 43 : May I Be Yours

Kenny's POV The room is a balmy mess. Goddess, this trailer can never make up its damn mind! Freezin' Antarctica cold one moment to a fuckin' oven and then back again whenever it felt like it. Temperamental, the whole damn thing was always so finicky! But it's home. It wasn't perfect and it was a mess, the shower often spat out hot water after ten, and on windy nights you could hear all of Dustland. Smell it too. Plus, if a tornado touched down we'd be worse off than Dorothy and Toto. But, it was home. There were notches on the doorway for each kid, and a little hidey-hole Will had carved out of the carpet to hide his army men. Lottie had painted a dove over the front door using Cal to reach the top by carrying him, and the twins loved playin' patty cake on the stoop. Joanne had her chair, some horrible castoff she'd "saved" from bulk trash day that smelled like old people and looked like it had lost a fight with a wolverine, but was somehow the most comfortab