(Dane)
The delivery truck arrived at eight in the morning.
By the time I made it to the kitchen Cassidy was already on her second coffee watching the window.
I stood beside her and looked out.
The truck was at the gate and brothers were already moving toward it without being asked the way they did when something needed handling and everyone could see it at the same time.
"That's ours," Cassidy said, pointing at the boxes near the front.
I put my coffee down.
"Come on," I said.
We went outside. Crash was already at the gate when we got there, looking at the pile of boxes like a man calculating how many trips this was going to take.
"VP," he said.
"How bad is it?" I asked.
He looked at the stack.
"It's a lot," he said.
I looked at Cassidy.
She said nothing.
Crash started movin
