I folded the newspaper and set it on a hay bale.
"Claire always dreamed of getting off this farm," I told Vern, "and when she became national spokeswoman for Country Mornin' Toaster Waffles, she thought she had her ticket out."
Vern snorted and led Daisy to the milking stall.
"She got what she deserved," he grumbled, traces of jealousy lingering in his voice. He lowered himself onto a milking stool and added, "She should have never taken up with that salesman from Kentucky."