CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

The wide open spaces and plentiful fresh air must allow Lucas to sleep. I remember that Rory left the house just before five this morning when it was raining outside, and I put my arm out to Rory's side of the bed. It is chilly, and I recall that he did so.

Before going into Lucas, I make sure that I'm dressed appropriately. When we walk downstairs, I cook breakfast and pack Rory something to take with him since I enjoy playing house with him, making me feel wonderful. As we pack up, I look around and see Rory huddled beneath a tractor beside one of the barns.

As I get closer to him, all that can be seen of him are his legs since they are sticking out from under the enormous machine. "Hey," I say to him.

That crotch is so distinctive; I'd recognize it anywhere!

As he pulls himself out, Lucas chortles at the state of his face, which is caked in mud and oil. At this moment, he appears to be extremely filthy and extremely overheated. I stand before you and say, "I brought you breakfast."