"I remember. We're a bit short of meat, though." Bobby wagged his tail, but didn't move from Tom's side to investigate the chickens scattering at Eva's approach or the woman exploring the garden. Tom didn't seem to mind, and so Bobby didn't mind either. "And you can have whatever you want. It's not like we can eat all of it. Besides, you helped me shop for most of my plants."

It was easier to relax, easier to sleep when he was so tired he couldn't think.