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Across the expanse of yard Kate saw Jenny take the three steps from the converted shipping container she called home to the second unit she used as her studio. When the lights came on, Kate could see the interior of the work space. Through the picture windows that covered the front of the structure Jenny noticed Kate on the porch and motioned for her to come over, miming the action of pouring more coffee.
Pushing off the porch post with her shoulder, Kate walked the short distance across the yard and stepped into the inviting warmth of the studio.
“Morning,” Jenny said. “Just put your cup on the Keurig machine and hit the blue flashing button.”
“Morning,” Kate said, doing as she was directed. “I still don’t think you can call this making coffee,” she added, watching a dark stream of liquid pour into her mug.
“Which apparently doesn’t stop you from drinking it,” Jenny shot back, shoving sketch books aside and making room for her sister on one end of the couch.
“Where’s Josh?” Kate asked.
“He didn’t stay last night,” Jenny said. “Early photo hunt with some clients this morning.”
“We need to talk with him some more about letting him take people on that stretch of our land by the river,” Kate said, sitting down. “That’s pretty country down in there, and full of wildlife.”
“Daddy would do grave spins,” Jenny laughed.
“Wait until I get the water catchment system built and put in the greenhouses and raised beds this spring,” Kate said.
“Can’t you just hear him?” Jenny said. “‘ Goddamn Sister, we’re not farmers.’”
“Only man I ever knew who could make ‘farmer’ a dirty word,” Kate laughed.
“Are you still thinking about grapes?” Jenny asked.
“Yep, just don’t know enough about the business yet, and I’ve got a request from some bone hunter from the Texas Tech archaeology department wanting to survey the land along the dry creek at the base of Baxter’s Draw for a possible dig,” Kate said, fishing in the pocket of her sweater and handing Jenny a letter. “Just opened it this morning.”
Jenny scanned the slightly crumpled page, “Lowell J. Martin,” she said. “Associate Professor of Archaeology. Huh. What do you think?”
“Well, we used to pull the odd arrowhead out of the creek bed when we were kids. Might be interesting to see what he finds. He says he’d like to talk to us about it ‘via video conference if possible’ or ‘in person if that proves more practicable.’”
“‘ Practicable?’” Jenny said, arching her eyebrows. “Great. He sounds like he’s 140 and boring as hell.”
“I don’t know about you,” Kate said, blowing on her coffee before she took a sip. “But I’m completely up for some boring around here.”