Dale had gone back to his workshop, and I was baking cookies. Relaying the girls’ story and Daisy’s mention of a “trapper door,” she strongly suggested I investigate. Setting the whole sheet of cookies in the fridge, I headed back to the farm. I figured Daisy had probably misinterpreted some hard...
I guessed he was in the workshop with Dale and, noting the time, also guessed we’d have a guest for lunch. Accordingly, I made three grilled-cheese sandwiches, set out a jar of pickles, and filled a large bowl with potato chips. Dale and Gabe came in right on time, and I a...