CHAPTER 15
Mom pulled the cinnamon rolls out of the oven then hurried to pour Dad’s cup of coffee.
“I wish you’d let me help.” Brad hated watching her work herself so hard the moment she came in from milking all those goats.
“Don’t worry about me,” she called out with a tired-sounding chuckle in her voice as she set Dad’s cream and sugar in front of him. “But if you want to be a dear, you can go tell Grandma Lucy it’s time for breakfast and see if she wants help into her wheelchair or if she feels up to using the walker.”
“Woman’s too clumsy to be using that walker,” Dad grumbled without looking up from his magazine.
Brad didn’t respond and made his way to the bedroom. When he saw her on the floor, he rushed into the room. “Grandma? Are you all right? Did you fall again?”
He knelt be
