Eliza groaned overdramatically as she hauled the wagon of chopped lumber behind her, following the cobblestone path to Chelsea's farm. Her father had thrown out his back earlier that day, and it was now her job to deliver the order.
"Hey! Hey, Liz! Wait up!"
She gritted her teeth in annoyance as her caller caught up and slowed to walk beside her, grinning. "Don't call me Liz," she told him pointedly. "It's Eliza. El-eye-zuh."
Charlie rolled his eyes and adjusted his large parcel. "You heading to the farm?"
"Yes."
"Cool, me too! I have to deliver Chelsea's new hammer."
Great.