As the pen fell far to the floor, Amy watched it hit the linoleum. She knew she couldn’t have caught that pen if Brian threw it to her from his greasy old hands. But she picked it up and wrote the directions to her house. She cleared her throat, but her words still sounded hoarse.
“This is the best route. Keep your horse to this path, and you’ll be fine. After you cross the creek, be careful of the large roots that come up out of the ground. We’ll have a cot set up in the guest house for you.”
Amy handed the pen back to Brian. She wanted to wash her hands immediately, but settled on wiping them on her jeans. The look on Brian’s face when she did this sent a pin-pricking sensation through her. She knew she shouldn’t be so hard on him. After all, she thought, he is my brother. I shouldn’t be so angry all the time. And he is doing us a great service by helping us out this summer.
“Thanks again, Brian. I’ll see you in the morning. Travel safe.”
Brian nodded to his sister. He did not attempt to extend his calloused, dirty hand to her. But he smiled, knowing that at least she had begun to trust him again.

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