Priscilla
“It’s about to get messy,” Emily laughs.
I shake my head, “No, I’m alright,” I mutter.
She shrugs, “Okay.”
We set our breakfast dishes by the sink where Karlena is washing them.
“Are you going to change your clothes?” Karlena asks.
“No,” I respond.
Karlena looks over at Liz, who is cleaning the stove, “Famous last words.” She and Liz burst out laughing.
“Come on, Priscilla,” Emily beckons me, and I follow her out the kitchen door.
I wrinkle my nose as we approach the barn. The closer we get, the more horrendous the smell. “Does it always smell this bad?”
“Huh? No,” Emily shrugs. “Or I guess I don’t notice anymore.”
“Great,” I mumble.
“Emily,” Her mate, Ray, shouts as we get to the barn. “Mrs. Talley called, and I guess Kenna is throwing up. I would go pick her up, bu
