Font Size:
The boy swallowed.
"Stupid question."
"Very."
The oldest sighed dramatically.
"We already fixed the fence."
"You destroyed the fence."
"We repaired it."
"You repaired what was left of it."
The kid considered that.
Then nodded.
"Fair."
I turned away before they saw me smile.
Sadie wasn't even trying.
She was openly laughing.
The traitor.
The absolute traitor.
The boys shuffled toward the equipment shed.
Like prisoners marching toward execution.
One grabbed a shovel.
Another grabbed a wheelbarrow.
The youngest stared at the manure pile.
Long.
Thoughtfully.
Then looked at me.
"How bad is this going to be?"
"Very."
His shoulders slumped.
Good.
Maybe he'd learn something.
He wouldn't.
