Chapter 129

“I’m plenty fun,” I assure them. “Just ask Dan.”

I turn away from their laughter, grinning myself. On my way into the shed, I swear I feel a few drops land on the back of my neck, but it’s a scant sensation, it could be anything, proofing or rainwater dripping from the eaves above the door, anything at all. So I just ignore it—mentioning it would be an open invite to include me in their horseplay, and I’ve got things to see and people to do, as they say.