"Maybe some o' us like bein' 'lone?" But there was a big difference between being alone and being lonely. Even the Cajun knew that. But all the same, he was leaning to haul the hot laundry out and dunk them into the cool water, then stick the unfinished washing board in there. Then he sat back down on the bucket and spread his legs around the board.
"Don' t'ink anyone was keen on 'de ear'tquake." He flashed a grin over at her, then shook his head some and looked back down at the clothes and dunked gloved hands in to grab up her shirt and begin scrubbing.