“Barn dances?” He asked trying to envision Calvin at a barn dance, cosmopolitan as he seemed. Then again he would have to imagine what a barn dance was like first, never having been within a league of one before. He took a moment to breathe in the scent. Honeysuckle, there was a bush somewhere in the garden, he recalled that much. He’d remembered the scent of it when he’d first come to Glynn after they’d bought the house. He’d been sixteen and petulant but the riot of flowers in the garden was a hard thing to dissociate from Aurelle itself. There was an odd kind of nostalgia to it.