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understood some of her nerves at least—she was worried about living in a house with a newly married couple and a newborn. Even if they told her that she wasn’t going to be a bother, Brock had a feeling that Casey wouldn’t even take the chance of being an inconvenience to anybody. During the short time they had spent together, she was always worried about his comfort and his feelings, as well as the comfort and feelings of his daughter. He found her politeness refreshing.
    â€œMight be mighty tight over at their place,” Brock said, broaching the topic.
    Casey turned her head his way, met him eye to eye. She said, “I was thinking the exact same thing.”
    â€œYou thinking about cutting your trip short?”
    The woman beside him breathed in very deeply and then let it out on a long, extended sigh. “I’d hate to do that. But I just might have to...”
    â€œIt’d be a shame. Coming all this way just to go home.”
    Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Casey making little circles on the top of Hercules’s head. “I know. But I can’t impose on Taylor for the summer—not now. Newlyweds need their private time. Besides, Clint is hurt. He’s not going to be in any mood to have a houseguest.”
    â€œThat’s right,” he agreed, then added, “I have a loft apartment above the barn. It’s a little rough, but it’s livable.”
    Casey looked at Brock, interested.
    â€œThe way you are with Hannah—like I said last night—it’s impressive. And it got me thinking that we could help each other out. Hannah does fine with academics—she’s even strong in math and science. But it’s her...”
    â€œPragmatics,” she filled in for him.
    He glanced at her again. “Exactly. As you can tell from our breakfast conversation, there’s still a bit of a ways to go with that.”
    Casey nodded her agreement—a deficit with social use of language was a universal symptom of individuals with autism across the spectrum.
    â€œHow ’bout I let you use the loft for the summer in exchange for some private social language support. How does that set with you?”
    Casey stared at Brock’s profile. “Are you serious?”
    â€œYeah. Why? Do you think it’s a bad idea?”
    â€œHeck, no, I don’t think it’s a bad idea. I think it’s a pretty genius idea,” she said with a smile. “Can I let you know?”
    â€œSure. Offer stands.”
    Casey’s smile was short-lived.
    â€œOh! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no !” She put her hands on top of her head in disbelief.
    The rental truck was knocked on its side.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Hannah looked up from her iPad.
    Brock pulled onto the berm on the opposite side of the road from the rental truck.
    â€œDamn.”
    â€œSwear jar!” Hannah yelled.
    â€œHannah,” Casey said in a stunned, monotone voice. “Would you hold Hercules for me?”
    â€œStay in the truck and wait for us, okay, baby girl?” Brock pulled his hat off the dash and pushed it onto his head.
    Together, they crossed the road. In silence, they both walked around the perimeter of the truck. The back was still locked, but the truck was facing the wrong direction.
    â€œThe only thing I can figure is that a twister caught it and spun it ninety degrees. Then for kicks, knocked it on its side.”
    Casey stood, shaking her head back and forth, and back and forth. She couldn’t find words. Everything her sister owned, everything her sister cherished, was in that truck. There was a collection of Royal Doulton statues worth thousands, as well as a collection of Lladró figurines, also worth thousands. Taylor had been collecting them since she was a teenager.
    â€œI want to cry,” Casey said quietly. “I really do.”
    Brock looked down at her, she saw him in her periphery, and then he took his cell