LenaChapter 14
Jay’s turn: The tractor’s supposed to arrive this morning before nine. Lena and I are up at seven, allowing ourselves an extra hour past the 0600 wake-ups we’d done on the project. The little trailer kitchenette yielded a breakfast of eggs, bacon, biscuits and gravy. “Lotta breakfast, baby,” Lena warned me. “Hang on, toodles,” I replied. “Farmer’s breakfast. For a day’s hard work.” We cleaned up the breakfast mess and were sipping coffee in the still morning air outside the trailer when...