You stirring up old family trouble, Brenda?”
“I bought coffee and groceries,” I said.
“We have work to get done before the frost hits Thursday night,” Travis said. “I do not need your father coming around here giving advice on the crop.”
“He is not coming around the farm,” I said.
“Good,” Travis said. He turned his back to me and picked up a rusted wrench from the tongue of the trailer. “Keep things simple.”
I carried the groceries inside and set them on the counter. Mason was sitting at the kitchen table with his box of crayons, pressing a red marker hard against a sheet of construction paper.
“Is Travis coming in for supper?” Mason asked.
“He has to finish the cart,” I said.
“Is Kaylee coming home after practice?”
“She will be here in twenty minutes,” I said.
I unpacked the loaf of white bread, the gallon of
