"I'd rather you left me out of this," Orville said.
A loaf of bread had broken open and slices were falling out. Harold put down the thermos jug and picked up the slices and stuffed them back into the wrapper. The first reporter came over.
"It's got Vitamin D." Harold grinned wretchedly. "Costs two cents more a loaf, but I thought, what the heck—"
"How about a shot of you and the missus saying good-by?" the first reporter said.
"Why—she left me," Harold blurted. He tried to get away, but the reporters hemmed him in.
"Was she scared?" the second reporter asked.
"Look, boys!" Orville put his hands on the top rail of the fence and climbed across. He was getting his shoes wet in the weeds in Harold's garden, but he didn't care. "The man has work to do. Can't you leave him alone?"