Rebecca called out from underneath a pile of pillows and quilts. From his chair to her right, Caleb craned his neck to try to see Becca, but even that little movement caused his muscles to scream out in pain. For the last three days, they’d collected cans, sorted them into two dozen baskets, picked up frozen chickens from a nearby poultry farm, then put those in one of his family’s freezers at their store. It had been a lot of work, especially since he was sore from loading bricks into the kiln at the factory. “Nope, if you get stuck, you’re on your own. I don’t think I’m going to be able to move anytime soon.” Maybe one of your siblings could run over to my house and tell my mamm that I won’t be home soon. Maybe not for a few days. Do you think Anson would mind?” Caleb couldn’t help but smile as he contemplated the idea of being around Rebecca nonstop for days at a time. “Nee. I’m sure Anson wouldn’t mind doing that chore at all. Especially since he’s always looking into my business.”
