Chapter 29
Ali Kat
“And this is what my family likes to call The Granary,” I say, looking into the camera. “It’s a safe place to keep the feed where no moisture or critters will get to it.”
“This is fascinating!” Might Be Meghan enthuses. “Being from the city, I’ve never gotten to see something like this. Can you give us a demonstration?”
Inwardly, I sigh.
“Um-sure, you turn this lever,” I point to the lever, and a bubbly Meghan turns the handle, spilling grain onto the ground.
“Wait!” I say. “I haven’t gotten the wheelbarrow underneath it yet.”
“Oh…sorry.”
“It’s alright.” I position the wheelbarrow underneath the spout. “Now, try.”
Between Meghan and Alistair, showing off the farm has been exhausting.
Meghan has wanted a hands-on approach to every little chore on the farm, which has made everything that much more of a chore.
Alistair is slightly less hands on, but his questions are endless.
Meghan turns the handle back when the wheelbarrow is full.
“Now, we wheel it over to the goats,” I say, and begin to walk towards their pen.
Meghan follows me with the grain and dumps it where I direct her too. Once the job’s been done, she tells the cameraman to cut the feed.
Meghan takes a long sip of water. “Wow…I can’t tell you how much respect I have for farmers. I work out three hours a day, and this is still kicking my ass.”
“Somehow, it manages to work those muscles you didn’t know you had.”
Exhausted, I take a seat on a bench and try to appear grateful, but I’m more annoyed than anything. We’ve been on the farm filming for three days, and we still haven’t released any footage or done anything to rehabilitate my image. I can’t imaging that people would care about cow milking or piggy mud baths. This is never going to draw in the audience I need.
Meghan takes a seat beside me. “You look stressed.”
“That’s an understatement.”
“For what it’s worth, when I first took on the assignment, I didn’t entirely believe you.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Hold up—now that I’ve met you, met your family, and listened to your story, I’m pretty sure you stepped in some shit.”
“Stepped in some shit?”
“Yeah, like you weren’t the person that shit on the sidewalk. You stepped in someone else’s do-do.”
I scrunch my brow in confusion. “Did you really just say that?”
“Crap, it didn’t come out well, did it?”
“Ya think?”
“I’m trying to be more insightful and not always as straightforward.”
“Like an influencer Confucius?”
