* * *Walking home after work that evening Susan said, "Looks like your estimate of how long it'd take to finish the road was a little off." Her tired laugh sounded borderline hysterical. "A week to get to the ravine, huh? And on the eighth day he rested."
Neal shrugged as he trundled the tool-filled wheelbarrow up the path. "Hey, I was wrong. It'll never happen again."
"Gosh, that's a relief." She mopped her forehead with her bandana. "Hey. How about taking a day off tomorrow?"
"Fine. I was hoping you'd say that a couple of days ago."
Susan stopped and stared at him. "What did you say?" She grabbed a shovel from the wheelbarrow. "That does it." She raised the shovel over her head and came at him. "You're gonna die right now."
Neal let out a high-pitched shriek and scuttl
