“Hey, Beau.” He managed not to jump in shock, but it was a near thing. The chicken coop’s ceiling was low and he hadn’t exactly been expecting company.
He turned. Donna, dressed in a dark blue sailor dress, smiled at him hesitantly. “My mama sent me over to borrow a few eggs. We had us an accident this morning and mama can’t make chess pie without fresh eggs.”
“Accident. Yeah.”
Dee rolled her eyes. “Well, what was I supposed to say, smartass? She’s not happy that we’re broke up and thinks I should come over and bother you into being my boyfriend again.”
“What’d she do, drop a half-dozen on the floor?” Beau shuffled his feet; the chickens that weren’t roosting were clustered around his boots and he didn’t want to kick any of them.
“Are you kidding? And have to mop up? With family comin
