Gretchen listened while Dixie and Drew managed to piece together a story about a wishing well—which apparently Drew’s father had built before he’d died—and “the best horses on the planet, Mom,” and the fact that Drew’s step-father needed help with harvesting the lavender.
“I have a job,” Gretchen said. She’d checked her schedule that afternoon after the x-rays, and she had an anniversary party on Saturday night she was providing centerpieces for. And she didn’t have a wedding on the day of the Safety Fair, but the evening before.
She’d closed her calendar app at that point, because her foot ached and her brain couldn’t handle more than the minimal things she’d done that day. She wasn’t sure how in the world she was going to put in a ten-hour day in only a week.
“You could still run The
