I had wanted to ask Abe about my daddy while we were in the woods but seeing we got busy with tree talking and flying—and running home before it rained—there hadn"t been time.
After we"ve had our fill of supper, I ask, "Uncle Abe, you be needing help putting things away and all?"
Feeling Granny"s eyes on me, I add, "The papers and stuff, I mean, after we went through them."
He looks at me with narrowed eyes, and I suspect he"s reading my thoughts again. I figure he"ll tell me he doesn"t need the help.
Instead, he says, "I suppose there"s still things to be tucked away. Do the dishwashing and if it be right with your Granny, then come on over."
I look at Granny. She, too, does that squint-eye thing. Probably because I usually drag my feet at housework, especially washing up after dinne
