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“What the fuck are you doing down there?” she asks, her nose crinkled in disgust.

“Don’t ask,” I laugh, and she rolls her eyes.

“Okay, Janis in a Ford F150 will be arriving in ten minutes. Sit tight,” she blows a kiss to the phone and hangs up. Damn, she’s a whirlwind.

I take a deep breath and look back at the ballooning pesticide-filled tent.But, you’ve got a place to stay tonight, and you didn’t have to run to Roger for help.

Good.

I frown as I watch the notice sign flutter in the breeze.

That is good,right?