Chapter Six
The next day was a repeat of the previous day. They found that items needing salvage were taking a little more effort to collect, but they continued. Around four o’clock that afternoon, they once again watched a truck pull up the driveway, but this time the sign on the side said Citrus Beach Groves, instead of Citrus Beach Builders. Megan was delighted when she saw the passenger side door open, and Mrs. Potter climbed down off the running board before Robert, her driver and the packinghouse foreman, could get to her side to offer assistance.
“No, no I’m fine, Robert. There’s no need to fuss over me.” Shooing the man away from her side, Mrs. Potter turned to Megan and Lucy and waved.
“Hello, dears. I’ve decided to come have a look at the progress you’re making. Robert, be a d
