Once home, I fire up the air compressor to blow dust out of the Jeep. With no doors or top, it’s pretty straightforward. I send clouds billowing towards the neighbors’ houses.
“Are you coming out back?” Brenna asks (impatiently it seems) when finally I finish and am inside to set a few things down and grab a drink.
“I’ve been cleaning the Jeep,” I snap at her. “I just finished. Give me a minute.”