Chapter Twenty-One
“Okay, buddy, we’re on our way. Give us a few—it’s a long driveway!” Trent pulled the phone away from his ear, tapped the screen, then stuffed it in his jeans pocket. He turned to Ginny and the others with a wry smile. “Tow truck guy is waiting at the bottom of the driveway, so we’d better get going. I’m so sorry we can’t help you clear up the breakfast dishes, Mrs. Miles—I had no idea he’d be able to get here so soon after I called. It’s just as well I’m here, rather than at home.”
Deborah waved her hand. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Honestly. Just make sure you get your truck back on the road as soon as possible, so you can come and see us again, all right?”
That was the cue for everyone to stand from the table, leaving nothing but empty plates behind after an
