I opened the door, and ushered her out of the house into the bright light of the day. We walked down off the porch, and headed around the side of the house to a large, tarp-covered woodpile.
With Helen's help, I removed the damp fabric, causing a slight shower of water to cascade over us both. It wasn't enough to cause more than a surprised shout from Helen, but it was fairly amusing.
Lying on the revealed pile of pine logs was an old, single-bladed axe. I picked it up, and looked over at Helen.
"You stack, I smack?" I asked, hefting the axe in both my hands.
"How bout we switch off?" she suggested, grasping one of the logs with both hands and placing it on the ground, one end up.
Waiting until she had stepped back, I swung the axe overhand, neatly cleaving the small log in half with
