“Are you sure? It sounded like a scream and—” “I was laying pipe, Mrs. Brown.” I respond. Mrs. Brown gasps. “Oh no, did a pipe burst?” Harlow is now silently wheezing with laughter. “It sure did, but Harlow helped me fix it.” “She’s a good girl, that one. I’m happy you two are getting married.” “She’s a very good girl.” I look into Harlow’s eyes. “And she’s mine.” I add for only Harlow to hear.
