“The porch roof needs three new shingles before next month’s rain,” Mark said.

“We’ll drag the extension ladder out Saturday morning,” I said.

“I can pick up the shingles on my way home from class,” Mark said.

“Get the thirty-year asphalt kind,” I said.

“Don’t grab the cheap bundle out of the discount bin.”

Sarah came in the back screen door with a wooden crate of fresh eggs from her farm down the road.

She put the crate on the oilcloth table and went straight for the glass coffeepot.