Tropesick

Local Boy in the Way

Henry declined to join Willa for her morning errands. She was on Main Street, getting prices for a few fixtures she liked

and looking into how much it might cost to update the Inn’s back lawn and gardens. Willa had wanted a maze—so classic, so

frivolous. Henry had rolled his eyes because Willa was always doing this: dreaming big, then only getting halfway there. And

so, disinterested in her whim of the day, Henry got back to his cabinetry while Willa, lips glossed and doe eyes bright, walked

straight into the office of a man ready to take her wants and needs very seriously.