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Life went on, whether Laura wanted it to or not. Work resumed on the second cottage for the village, the gardens were exploding with early summer produce, and there was a never-ending list of chores to be done, and whether she liked it or not, she had to constantly shepherd the Hesh family. When it came time to apply mud on the new house, Misha rebelled, saying there was no way she could possibly put her hands into the muck. Laura, meanwhile, was wearing a pair of cut-off shorts, stomping around in the mud while George added buckets of water. Seth pulled off his shoes and joined her, lifting his knees and letting his feet sink down into the cool mud, enjoying the squelching sounds the mud made as they continued to stomp and dance in it. When the pile got too flat, George came with the sh