He groans once more, as if what he’s saying should be obvious. “There’s nothing to understand. I don’t regret you breaking into my barn and bugging me to work with you.” “But why not, August? So far, you’ve gained nothing from it.” “Not true,” he argues. “Oh, really? Tell me one thing so far that has worked in your favor. You’re still behind on the harvest and the paperwork and you have an incomplete barn. What the hell could you have gained?” “I gained you, idiot.”
