“It would be a pain to have to pee in a hole.” At least the composting toilet would cut down on the odor.
Wheat snorted a laugh and took a pillow. “Have you ever?”
“Oh, yeah. Pop took us camping every summer. Even my sisters had to rough it.”
“You mentioned your sisters. How many do you have?”
“Four. Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy.”
“And you’re Laurie.” He tilted his head. “Who named you all that?”
“Who do you think? My mother.”
“Our parents have a lot to answer for.”
“They do.”
“I miss them.” Wheat paused in putting the pillow into the pillowcase. “They weren’t perfect, but they were my parents.”
Laurie reached out and cupped the side of Wheat’s neck. “As soon as you feel better, we’ll go look for them.”
Wheat raised his hand and pressed it against Laurie’s. “Thank you. But what about
