At least there’s that.
“So, did you get the clothes you needed?” Harper asks Sadie.
“We got some, but Dad said the shorts were too short, which doesn’t make any sense since they’re literally calledshorts. They’re supposed to be what they are.”
I roll my eyes. “You don’t need your butt showing.”
“Oh, yes, because I won’t be in a bathing suit half the time,” she says with a dramatic scoff. “You chose this camp, Dad. I didn’t.”
“I have regrets,” I say as I sit in my seat.
“Regrets are for losers,” Pop says as he enters the room, taking the seat next to me. “There are no losers in my family.”
Harper purses her lips. “I don’t know, I think Tristan is a pretty big loser.”
“Nah.” Dad takes my side for once. “He’s the biggest loser, right, Sugar Britches?”
Sadie grins, always having my father’s loyalty. “He is, but we love him anyway.”
“Gee, thanks.”
Everyone laughs and starts dishing up their plates. “Where are Roni and Fallon?” Dad asks.
“Roni is working in the barn, said she has too much to do and will grab something later. Fallon took Knox to town for some ‘Mommy and Me’ thing,” Harper informs us.
“Why are you home?” Dad asks her.
“Well, Daddy, someone has to be here to take care of you.”
He scoffs. “I don’t need looking after. I’m going to work on the field after we eat.”
The hell he is. The last time he tried to mow the hayfield, he put huge ruts in the ground that ended up costing me a week’s worth of work. My sister and I share a look and both nod. We will have to devise a plan to keep him from going near the tractor.
Maybe Sadie can install a ceiling fan in her coop and require his assistance.
It’s kept him pretty busy the last few days, and that allowed Harper and me to get a ton of work done on the farm.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Harper says, waving her hand. “Tristan already worked on the field.”
My father, while he may be old and annoying, is not stupid. “He did? When?”
Harper shrugs. “I don’t know, ask him.”
I hate my sister.
Dad turns to me, brows raised. I’ve never been very good at lying to my parents. “Huh?” I play dumb.
“You worked on the field? You cut the hay?”
I grab a roll, take a bite, and nod.
I guess I know what I’m going to be doing after dinner instead of napping while I pretend to work in the barn.
Dad eyes me warily and then looks to Sadie. “You going to lie to your grandad?”
Sadie shakes her head. “No, sir. I never lie to you.”
He smiles. “That’s why you’re my favorite grandchild.”
