Uncle Billy returns from his extra Saturday work later in the afternoon. Instead of his usual greeting and happy smooch of Willa, his face is stormy when he comes inside. He tosses his cap at the wall hook, but it misses by a mile.
"Dagnabbit!"
He goes to where it landed, snatches it up, and slams it onto the hook.
We"ve stopped dinner preparations and are watching this happen—so unlike my uncle. He turns and sees us all agog.
"Bad day," he explains and works to put a smile on his face.
"What happened?" Willa asks.
"Minor and Shaw are changing things up faster than we reckoned."
We hold our breath and wait for more.
Outside the kitchen window, I can see Uncle Abe pop out of his little camper and start toward the house. Billy sees it too.
"Looks like Abe"s on the way. Might as well
