Frank climbed into the wagon and prepared their bed for the night. Gregory washed the dishes. Usually, there were leftovers and not quite as much to do, but that night, they had empty pots and pans in addition to the plates and utensils.
“Would you mind helping me out here, Mr. Bernard?” Gregory asked, his tone a bit sharp.
“Not at all, Mr. Young,” Phillip Bernard answered. He purposely reached into the pot of dishes as Gregory did and grabbed Gregory’s hand.
Gregory met Phillip Bernard’s stare dead on.
“That is not a dish, Mr. Bernard.”
“Oh, I think we both know it’s not. And I think you’re enjoying this,” Phillip Bernard continued.
“Why would I enjoy holding another man’s hand, Mr. Bernard?”
“Do you mean, why would you enjoy another man’s hand? Or do you mean, why would you want a
