Firewood

While Scotty and company are chopping logs three feet across into firewood, Libby collects twigs from the yard. Setting fire to these, she builds up her fire and sits beside it in Carhartt coveralls. As it burns out, she ventures into the woods behind the puppy yards, and emerges with an armful of branches and vines. She soaks in the woodsmoke as it drifts off the logs, but the next morning she’ll regret it. Her red and swollen face lets her know she’d burned poison ivy vine. It’s not as bad as when she slept in poison ivy, at least.