Joe shot Sam an over dramatic glare, then smiled, breaking his false anger. The rest of the siblings gather everything we needed and stood close to the door. Joe took his time fashioning a crutch for me. When he was done, he helped me stand up and handed me the makeshift crutch. 			
"This should do. Try it out." Joe stood back and I walked a few steps forward. It was comfortable. It would work. 
"Thanks, I really appreciate it. This will do fine." I smiled. Joe nodded, threw a big bag over his shoulder and walked out the door. 
"No problem!" He called from the porch and sneezed a few times. "I can't wait to get out of here and away from this dust." I heard him grumble.