“Come on, buddy. We got to finish this.” Jake stood and stretched, cracking his back.
Sam nodded, wiping sweat from his brow as he stood. “There can’t be much more, can there?”
Jake shook his head. “I hope not, but Phil said we’d be done by now, so…” His voice trailed off as Phil stepped out of the house.
“All right, guys. We only have half the truck to unload yet.”
Sam and Jake looked at each other. Words failed them as they trudged after their friend.
Sam mumbled, “This is why I don’t volunteer to help people move.”