"I sure am," she drawls, reaching the table and placing a hand on Bill's shoulder. "I think m'gettin' a ride from Christy 'n Pete, 'less you 'n the little woman've got room t'spare for me."

Sarah looks up from the counter, where she and June are sorting the empty bake- and Tupperware into organized stacks for their respective owners.

"No can do," she calls, keeping her voice easy and light. "I'm afraid Kate's haulin' the sheriff an' Rudy in the truck."

"What?" Dave turns to peer at his wife. "Honey, we're takin' -- "

"Nope, Bill an' Kate are," Sarah says quickly, shooting Dave a smile that's bright with warning.