I stopped my hand under the suds, the warm water soaking into my wrists. “Which Bob?”
“Bob from the motel,” she said. “He said his sister needs her back hill cleared of those wild blackberry brambles before the rain comes on Thursday.”
I stopped my hand under the suds, the warm water soaking into my wrists. “Which Bob?”
“Bob from the motel,” she said. “He said his sister needs her back hill cleared of those wild blackberry brambles before the rain comes on Thursday.”