The Wilsons had decided a couple of weeks back that we all needed a little break from the farm. The HeavenLand folks came and went as they pleased, and they helped keep the crops going and the chickens fed. But they had their own business to attend to, and while I had really hoped Cato and Squeak might come along with us, Shelby had said they needed to stay back—let our family have a little alone time. She was being really nice by including Charlie and me as part of the Wilson family since Charlie and I weren’t really a part of it. At least Charlie was officially their foster child. I was just the old lady who had appeared out of nowhere one day.
When the Wilsons said we were headed into the mountains for a couple of weeks, I’d offered to stay back and mind the farm, but Mrs. Wilson had g
