Eli blinked. “What?” “Let the chickens go. Maybe the goats. Just let them wander around the cars. No one’ll stick around if a few goats start climbing their windshields.” Eli smiled faintly but shook his head. “Too risky. What if someone hits one? What if they get hurt?”
Margaret said nothing more. She simply reached into her basket and began to sort the herbs again. Eli sat beside her, staring at the horizon. And then, slowly, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. A plan had begun to form. Eli didn’t sleep much that night.