The Pomeroys’ sandbox was an old tractor tire set under a tree in their back yard, but Zeke wandered away from it, in search of his own fun. Ethan followed him to the garden, crouching when the boy thumped to sit in soft dirt. “Sand would have brushed off,” his Guardian said conversationally.
Zeke patted the soil, squeezed a handful, then tasted the stuff.
“And you are flattening seedlings.”
Tad found him, and his serious gray eyes took on a shine. “Putting down roots, Zeke?” Raking his fingers through the soil, he proudly said, “That’s good. ’Cause this is home.”
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Rough and Tumble
HumorZeke Pomeroy’s parents always joked that it would take a miracle for their rough-and-tumble son to reach adulthood. Unbeknownst to them, that miracle’s name is Ethan. Follow one little boy’s misadventures as he turns his guardian angel’s life upside...
