This morning a bee flew into the collar of my hoodie and then down the front of my shirt underneath, hanging out in the hollow where my v-necked t-shirt met my skin. I tried to shoo it away but he wanted a ride, I guess. Loch came out to ask me something and I pulled out the front of my shirt wide, looked down and said go away and the bee flew out.
You didn't get stung?
No, I think he just wanted a hug.
That's fucking magical, right there.
The bee proceeded to hang out around my shoulders and head the entire time I was weeding in the garden, for the rest of the morning. Sam said it was probably God, wondering why I missed church. I think it was probably Cole, wondering why I stuck Jake back in that room with him when he had the place all to himself for so long.
Cole started the whole Bee thing. Ben got it from him.
So yeah. It was Cole. Checking in. Making sure his brother didn't eat me whole, maybe.
