“Oh, please, I am not an honor-”

“Bullshit!” Sam barks.  “You saved my uncle’s farm.  Kept the government’s grubby little hands off of it.  It’s been in the family for generations too, ever since they came over from Germany.  They should make your birthday a national fucking holiday.  Woman, is supper ready?”

“Almost,” Judy says.  She then sidesteps and eyes Megan up and down.  “And who is your companion?”