Grandma Spencer came out of the kitchen just then and saw Wyatt Wright returning, "Wyatt, the door of the well house is broken, can you fix it later?"
He was half a beat slow before replying, "Hmm."
Rae Bennett was wearing Grandma Spencer's knitted cardigan and floral pants, brick red matched with navy blue floral patterns, her feet shod in bright red rubber slippers. Logically, she should have seemed out of place in the village setting, but the eighteen-year-old girl was in the prime of youth, her charm and grace transforming the elderly fashion into a burst of vitality and liveliness.
Her own clothes were all wet, and Grandma Spencer had said that in this dry and hot weather, they would dry after hanging for a while.
Rae, who had never washed clothes before, casually rinsed them and hung them on the rope in the yard.
In the yard, there was a table made of stone. Noah was bent over it, his bottom sticking out as Wyatt taught him how to do his homework.
