Dana followed me back to the house in her own car which had mostly sat parked on the grounds and collecting dust for the week. We’d decided that she’d stay at home on Saturday and work on the weeks’ worth of laundry for everyone had accumulated while I went back and helped wrangle the two feeder calves going back to the farm and all of the other various equipment and supplies we had in the barn.
We were in the driveway unloading packed full laundry bags for everyone but mom and dad when Larry came around the side of his house carrying a rake. He leaned it by the porch and hustled over to us.
“Here, let me help you with that Dana.”
“Oh, thanks. I can get some of it.”
I was dumbfounded, “What am I; chopped liver over here?”
“You’re not injured. You don’t need help.” He grinned.
“She’s
