The boys were dressed only in gym shorts, and they did look healthy and tanned.
“They look like native Floridians with paint smears,” I said.
“George,” Sarah said, “can we borrow your helpers and take them to dinner?”
“Sure,” I said. “They’ll need to go to the house and get cleaned up. Why don’t all of you come over to the house while you wait? It won’t take them long. Zeke, you and Zeb can leave this stuff. Mike and I will lock up and catch up with you in a few minutes.”
“We need to clean the rollers and brushes first,” Zeb said, “or they’ll be all stiff in the morning.”
“Okay,” I said. “You guys lock up, and we’ll go on to the house. Maybe your mom would like to stay behind and ride with you.”