Chapter 20
SHELTON CAUGHT THE redeye Tuesday night and by mid-day Wednesday she stood in the Fair Enough Farm kitchen helping Rhetta work through a pile of dirty dishes.
Abel lay comfortably curled on his bed in the corner. With a half dozen dog beds positioned throughout the house, wherever Rhetta was the four-year-old Boxer was sure to be close by.
“I can’t believe all these people have been coming over to pay their respects,” Shelton said as Rhetta handed her another plate to dry, “bringing you food, then hanging around eating half of it, and not even offering to help clean up.”
“They offered. But I don’t like no one else messing with my kitchen. They don’t know where things go, how to do a proper hand-washing job. Everyone’s got dishwashers nowadays, flat forgot how to do things on
