“I’m sorry, Dad,” Luke says carefully. “I know you are, buddy.” “I just wanted to have some fun. It sounded so fun! It really was fun!” “We’re ranchers—farmers, Luke. It’s a waste of good food.” “I know,” he replies, defeated. And then he brightens as he glances up at me. “Next time you cover the Jansen’s tractor in toilet paper, can I do it too?” How the fuck does he know about that prank? I see Willa’s lips twitch, but she keeps her focus fixed on her plate.
