"Naw Bo, you know how ornery Maudine can git if anybody but me is behind 'er." *wipes off sweaty forehead again and then reaches in chest pocket of his overalls and hands his nephew a piece of paper* "I'd appreciate it if you'd head into town and pick up these supplies. The money in the tin on top of the refrigerator should cover it. If there's not enough, ferget about the shotgun shells. I'll git those when I sell that firewood."