Today's OneWord: Rafters

Kerry dangled from one of the rafters, one hand gripping the wood and the other waving as her brother as he stared at her, a hammer swaying limply between his fingers. The barn was almost complete, and there was his thirteen-year-old sister, scaling the ceiling like a monkey and cackling at those workers who were trying to concentrate on sawing and drilling.

"She's one hell of a kid, isn't she?" asked her brother's boss, laughing as Kerry propelled herself to another, steadier beam.

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