can.
The girl looked toward her.
“Can I use it?”
Her mother swallowed.
“For the yard?”
“Yeah. It’s easier than carrying the bag.”
The mother walked over and tested one of
the handles with her palm.
Then she stepped aside.
“Okay.”
The girl pushed.
The wheel squeaked once.
Her mother flinched before she could stop herself.
The girl heard it too.
She paused, then looked back.
Her mother could have taken the handles from her.
Instead she nodded toward the yard.
“Go ahead.”
So the six-year-old pushed the wheelbarrow across the grass, this time with dirt instead of newborns, moving only a few yards while her mother watched from the porch.
