Deborah couldn’t stay angry. If she thought someone was working for the same people that were responsible for the death of Lia’s father, she would have attacked them. “I accept your apology,” she said.
He seemed relieved and then he walked away.
Derek was true to his word. It took a long time to cut the trees and get them ready for transport. It took even longer to get the logs loaded up on the logging trucks. The trucks also had to make sever trips. By the time they had finished, it was nine at night.
“Thank you for helping us out,” said Derek. “We’ve been a bit short handed.”
“No problem,” said Deborah. “Weren’t you supposed to be at MIT?”