“Oh, man, I don’t know,” said Daphne. “Can we do this?”
“I’ve watched a honey extraction before, and I understand how the equipment works. How hard can it be?” Melissa asked breezily, stepping into a muddy pair of ankle-high rubber boots.
“Tell me again why we’re not waiting for Beck to get back.”
“Because after his disappearing act this summer, I don’t trust him to get here in time. The weather is turning, and this job needs to be done. And also,” Melissa searched for a way to explain without breaking her promise, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for Beck to work with bees right now.”
“Beck loves the bees. He’s crazy about them.” Daphne did jazz hands beside her ears, miming Beck’s unbalanced passion.
Melissa laughed uneasily and put an arm around her sister’s shoulders. “True, b
