She was grateful for her parents’ occasional help, and that of her neighbors; there were times when extra hands were indispensable. I could use it too.”
“Sounds good.” It did sound good, but Lydia’s mind was beginning to wander from the conversation. He was a 4-H’er with an interest in raising livestock. That white-toothed canine grin suggested he might. In a way, she wanted to keep riding those waves as long as she could. Helen, like many who lived there, knitted together a living from various lines of work. OK, let’s see if we’re really reading each other right… She bound up her notes, returned her books to their shelf, washed up for bed, and lay down. That was good work. If Great Cross ever saw any tourists, it might in theory have been an attraction for them.
