Tuesday Grayson stretched out on a homemade quilt and stared at the cloud-filled sky. "So, tell me more." Sara Grayson giggled. "Okay, so one day in the perfect cloud kingdom, a dragon came. He flew across the sky, smoke trailing after him."
"Not sure that looks like a dragon."
"This is my story," Sara reminded. "And it looks like a dragon to me."
"Fine." Tuesday waved a hand towards the clouds. "It's a dragon."
"So the dragon is flying around and he decides that he would like to rest." Sara glanced briefly at her aunt. "He found a large field of clover and thought it a good place for a nap."
"I agree." Tuesday let her hand move off the blanket and brushed the thick clover they were laying on. "You don't think he'll mind sharing his napping ground with us nearby?"
"He's the friendly sort." Sara tucked her hands behind her head and sighed. "He landed in the field and checked the clover for rocks. Once he was satisfied that the clover was rock free, he curled up on his left side and fell fast asleep."
"Does he dream while he slept?" Tuesday asked.
"Yes, of course, he dreams. He had the best dream."
"Does he dream of candy and ice cream?"
"Large mountains made of ice cream and rivers full of soda." Sara sighed. "And in his dream, he eats a whole mountain and drinks one entire river of soda."
"I bet he'll be sick."
"Oh no, dragons can eat all the ice cream they want and never get sick." Sara laughed. "I wish I was a dragon."
"If you were a dragon, you wouldn't fit in your house."
"I could be a tiny dragon."
Tuesday laughed and let her gaze move over the puffy white clouds. "A tiny dragon, indeed."
"Is my daddy still mad at you?"
"Yep." She grimaced at the thought. It had been difficult coming home, and facing the ire of her oldest brother hadn't made the move any easier.
"Mama says he's being a jerk."
"That's one way of looking at the situation. Your daddy had plans for the and assumed he would get it."
"Everyone in town knows that only a Grayson woman can own the . It's a tradition," Sara announced and grinned. "I'm a Grayson woman."
"You are indeed." Tuesday grinned. "And one day, the will be yours."
"Truly?"
"Of course, even if your Uncle Brian marries and has a little girl, you'll be the oldest. It will go to you."
"I'd take good care of it and them, too."
"I know you will, darling." Tuesday swallowed hard. Her own self-doubt crowded in quickly. While her aunt had always seemed confident Tuesday could protect the inn, there was a part of her that was concerned that her brother would continue to make things difficult. How could she protect the legacy of her family and fulfil the obligation to the ghosts if she was not there?
"Can I stay tonight and watch them dance?"
"No." Tuesday shook her head. "When you're older."
Sara snorted. "It's not fair. I'm a Grayson and there are kids all over town who've seen the ghosts dance."
"Your mother would have my head." Tuesday glanced towards her. "How are the kids seeing the dance?"
"There's a hole in the privacy fence."
"Well, I suppose if a body knew about that hole they might get to watch tonight. Especially since I'll be patching that hole tomorrow."
Sara laughed. "You're the best."
"Don't get all scared and scream," Tuesday murmured. "They won't hurt you."
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