She should have more than enough people. If more of them had ever done any kind of a vegetable harvest or harvested by hand, she would. The packing was set up to go well from the back of the trailer. If the tractor wasn’t having such a hard time with these narrower, curved rows that she had worried about when Adam had planned them with the GPS last winter. Vadnais should have been happy with the long neon-green-and-yellow variety of these banana peppers for a spicy mix they were canning for Paz Farms. If there weren’t fucking corn borers, every fucking where, laying waste to a third of this harvest. She had always felt uneasy about this pepper field, about the risk of it. It had nagged her, at the back of her mind. Everything going on with Tay had distracted her from that intuition and Tay’s enthusiasm had distracted her. Sam had distracted her. She didn’t know exactly what she might have done to plan for disaster, but she never got a chance to plan. All this living in the right-now had meant the future had gotten away from her and been eaten alive by corn borers.
