Who was he talking about? I wanted to know! But I felt it would be crossing some line to ask, so we painted pickets in silence.
At last he turned to me and said, “Get beyond his eyes and his smile and the sheen of his hair—look at what’s really there.”
The way he said it sent a chill through me. It was as though he knew. And suddenly I felt defensive.
Was he telling me his grandson wasn’t worth it? When it was time to go in for dinner, I still didn’t feel right, but at least the tornado was gone.
Mom said Dad was working late, and since the boys were off with their friends, it was just the two of us.
She told me that she and Dad had talked about it and that they both felt a little strange having Chet come over like he was.
Maybe, she said, they should find a way to pay him for his help.
I told her I thought Chet would find that insulting, but the next day she went ahead and insulted him anyway.
Chet said, “No, Mrs. Baker. It’s been my pleasure to help out your daughter on this project,” and wouldn’t hear another word about it.
The week ended with my dad loading the back of his truck with all the clippings and scraps before he set off for work on Saturday morning.
Then Chet and I spent the rest of the day hoeing up weeds and raking and readying the dirt for seeding.
It was on this last day that Chet asked, “Your family’s not moving, are you?”
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