I was kissing Jacob when I thought of it.

It seems like a pretty random place to be when you think. ‘Cause the whole “being absorbed in the moment” crap that goes around.

Don’t get me wrong, Jacob’s kissing is extremely nice. I just, I think. It’s what I do. My ma’s always said I was a multi-tasker.

And, of course, being the random person I am, decided to go take care of it right then and there. So, I pushed myself away from Jacob, which really is quite hard to do, and climbed down the side of the hay loft. I buttoned back up my shirt and took off running down the dirt road that intersected my family’s farm and Jacob’s.

“Ma, you in here?” I called out to her. She didn’t anser, so I jogged out into the garden. Ma knelt in the dirt.

“Have you seen the twins?” I puffed.

“Sorry, baby girl.” She kept pulling at the weeds. “They’re probably at the swimming hole. You run along and see them. You’ve been working too hard today.”

I nodded guiltily.

Right. I’ve been doing tons of work.