The project began with branches that had fallen following a windstorm in early September. Rather than adding them to their regular burn pile, Lila discovered Regan stacking them in the barn. He was handling the wood with the same meticulous care that he typically saved for mechanical issues that needed to be fixed.
Seeing the look on his face, she asked, “What are you planning?” It was the same style he had used when he had decided that their kitchen needed better shelving or when he had made calculated changes to the chicken coop to make it better.
"A bed," he said simply, not looking up from the piece of grape wood he was examining. "Our bed. The one we have belonged to someone else first."
She understood immediately. Along with the majority of the furniture, which were functional pie
