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Tess packed up the used 4Runner. She’d had sold the Mercedes two weeks earlier and couldn’t be happier with a more affordable and rugged vehicle.
“Yes, it’s a lovely cabin-type house in a place just outside of Cloudburst called Crafter’s Croft.” She opened the door to the garage and gestured to her kidadult. “Come help me load up these boxes so I can head to the hotel.”
Trey shook their head and grabbed a couple of boxes. “Is it’s some sort of artist commune or something?”
“More of a colony rather than a commune, but yeah, all the people living in the houses along Oro Creek are artists of one kind or another. Glass blowers, wood-carvers, painters, potters, sculpters, and one woman is an herbalist. She makes creams and medicines out of herbs. It’s perfect for me and my restorative business. You know me—”
“I know, recycle, reuse, repair, and restore.” Trey shook their head as they carried the boxes to the Uhaul trailer. “Drove Dad crazy. What does he think about you moving to Colorado?”
Tess shrugged as she opened the trailer. “Doesn’t really matter or affect him. The divorce ended most of his worries six years ago and now that you and Izzy are on your own pursuing your dreams, he doesn’t have to worry about custody issues. The truth is, I’ve been thinking about leaving ever since you and your sister went off to college. I need a place that seems more me and going home to the small town where I started is just my style.” She gave her kidadult a smile. “And really, it’s not that far out. I’ll still have email, my cell phone, a tablet to make Zoom calls. It’s not like I’m falling off the map.”