Mai’s grandchildren recruited.

Darnell, who was long past his forty hours and had simply never stopped coming, carrying two five-gallon buckets at a time like it was nothing, soaked and grinning.

Connie and I working our two plots and then, wordlessly, the young couple’s, because the wife was pregnant now at last and shouldn’t be out in that heat.

We saved most of it.

We lost some.