Shane’s phone rang—again—and he ignored it. Robin had been sick with a head cold for a few days, and he’d checked all the calls, thinking one would be her, asking him to bring her something to eat, more medicine, or just to come over and keep her company while she slept.
She’d done all of those things over the past few days.
But it wasn’t her calling, and he knew it.
His father had called four times this morning already, and Shane simply wasn’t in the mood. He wished Austin hadn’t gone in to the Fourth of July German pancake feast hosted by the Grape Seed Falls Fire Department. Then he could tell Shane what their dad wanted.
“Maybe you haven’t made as much progress as you thought,” he told himself as his phone finally stopped buzzing in his pocket. He yanked on the hose to get more sla
