“Oh, no,” Drissa collects herself to say. “She’s totally fictional, like Drew said.”
“Alright. That’s probably all I need to know then.”
They can hear Gena chuckle softly to herself as she quietly heads inside. Drissa is still red and Drew is laughing at her, silently.
“Drew Philips!” She stomps her foot and sticks her fists up on either hip. “That’s not funny!”
Starting to laugh herself, she draws near and hits him with a fist on his arm.
“Baby, I’ve never seen your face so flushed with embarrassment,” he says, still snickering.
“What’s so funny?” Dena asks, she and her sister coming back from the far end of the corn.
“Oh, nothing girls. Just your Dad and I sharing an adult joke.”
“So, are we done?” Deanne asks one more time.
Drew takes their little garden tools, announcing, “Yes
