“How would we wear her out?” It was Laura who asked, sitting between Kate and Olive at the end of the table. “We’re all grown up now, Granny.”

“Of course you are, darling.” Olive’s voice held only the slightest hint of sarcasm. “But mothers never stop worrying about their children. And with her teaching and the city visitors next week she’s got plenty on her plate.”

“What city visitors?” Kate asked.

“Is that next week?” Bree said at the same time.

“They can’t stay here, Olive,” Natalie said.

“Of course not. I wouldn’t allow that without asking you first but we did discuss the picnic in the creek.” Olive drew back her shoulders. Her sharp gaze pinned Natalie. “We have to do our bit for those less fortunate than ourselves.”

“We’re mustering then tailing, Granny.” Bree shook her head. “Next week’s not a good time for Dad or me to help out.”

“It’s just a picnic in the creek. Your mother and I can manage.”

“I can help,” Laura said and gave Olive a playful nudge. “Is it sausages and damper like last time?”

“Yes, and if you’re going to be there perhaps you could give rides on one of the bikes or the four-wheeler. They’re all younger women and I’m sure some of them would enjoy that.”

“I can do it if I’m still here,” Kate said.

“If you’re still here we’ll need help with the tailing,” Bree said.

“What day is it likely to be?” Kate ignored her sister.

“Not till Thursday or Friday. I wouldn’t book for early in the week when your mother is teaching.” Olive sounded affronted as if she was doing Natalie a favour by committing her precious days at home to works of charity. “The day is still to be confirmed.”

Natalie set the container of cauliflower rice she’d prepped earlier on top of the steamer with a thud and gripped the sides tightly. Behind her Laura was full of excitement.

“I haven’t helped out with a farm visit for years. It’ll be fun.”

“And not too much work if we all pitch in,” Olive said.

“Can someone set the table?” Natalie’s request was sharp. She glanced over her shoulder to see all eyes looking in her direction. She took a calming breath. “Your dad’s having a shower; he won’t be long then I can serve dinner.”

Bree moved to the cutlery drawer.

“I’ll do it.” Kate stood. “You should be sitting down.” They swapped places.

“Anyway, I’m glad you’re here now, Natalie,” Olive said. “I’d rather like a wine if you’re having one.”

And just like that Olive changed the subject, dismissing any discussion.

“You should have said before, Granny. I could have got you one.” Laura jumped up then frowned. “Although I think the bottle was emptied last night.”