“You’re the proverbial diamond in the rough,” she’d said to him once, touching his nose lightly with the tip of her electrifying finger.
But it was she who was the diamond, sparkling out of that muddy, grassless, dirty-brick setting.
“Jess-see!” Jess shoved the pad and pencils under his mattress and lay down flat, his heart thumping against the quilt.
His mother was at the door. “You milk yet?” He jumped off the bed. “Just going to.”
He dodged around her and out, grabbing the pail from beside the sink and the stool from beside the door,
before she could ask him what he had been up to. Lights were winking out from all three floors of the old Perkins place.
It was nearly dark. Miss Bessie’s bag was tight, and she was fidgeting with discomfort.
She should have been milked a couple of hours ago.
He eased himself onto the stool and began to tug; the warm milk pinged into the pail.
Down on the road an occasional truck passed by with its dimmers on.
His dad would be home soon, and so would those cagey girls who managed somehow to have all the fun
and leave him and their mother with all the work. He wondered what they had bought with all their money.
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