the ones in the shed, but he’d never gotten around to it or took the time to get the other ones. “Yeah, I should be fine.”
“Just for future reference, there’s a phone in the office in the stable. The number to the front office is listed on it. So if you ever need anythin’ and no one’s there, just call it.”
I nodded in understanding and we continued picking the beans for another forty minutes, until it was time to bag the corn again. Lisa said that it was pretty much the same routine every day. The only time things changed was when the weather changed. Mr. Johnson always made a final call at the end of the work day as to whether or not we’d work if a storm was supposed to come the following day. Usually, he’d give you notice, but there were some instances where a thunderstorm developed in the middle of the day and he’d send the workers home.
We went to lunch at ten thirty and I again drooled over Mrs. Johnson’s food. She made a sandwich called a mufalotta. It had all of my favorite meats and some kind of olive relish. I’d never had anything like it before and hoped she’d make it again soon.
Joe also ate lunch with us, but said he wasn’t staying to swim. “I help out with all of Derek’s jobs since he’s not here, so I work through my lunches usually,” he said with a mouthful of food. “Which is fine with me since I get off early anyway.” He had a point. I’d work through lunch too if it allowed me to get off early. “So,” he said after taking a bite of his sandwich, “are you coming to the race tonight?”
I shook my head and wiped my mouth with a napkin. “Nah. I was extremely tired last night. I’m sure I will be again today. I’d probably fall asleep.”
He laughed. “There is no way you’d fall asleep. There’s too much going on. Plus there’s no way you’d sleep through all that noise.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I’ll think about it,” I said to appease him.
A smile spread across his face. “If you do come, you are more than welcome to sit with me,” he winked as he got up from the table. “See y’all later.” He waved as he walked off.
Lisa had a grin on her face. “Don’t mind him. He’s just a big flirt and you’re fresh meat.”
“Fresh meat?”
“Yeah, ya know, someone new and shiny all the cool kids want to play with. Plus you’re not drooling all over Landon. He probably thinks he has a shot.”
“Great,” I sighed. “But there’s nothing here I’ll be letting any of the cool kids play with,” I replied.
We finished our lunch and went swimming. Actually, I wouldn’t even call it swimming. We were only in there long enough to make it feel like a tease, and then we had to get out. It was more like a quick bath in chemical water to wash off a half-day’s worth of sweat.
When our time was up, we hopped onto the four-wheeler and went to the office to sign back in. Lisa headed off to the bean house and I got back on the four-wheeler and headed for the stables.
It was a cloudy day so the heat wasn’t as bad as it could have been and I was grateful. After being so tired the day before, I forgot to stop and get some sunblock on the way home. I made a mental note to remember to do that after work. Even though I had an olive completion and I tanned very easily, I could also burn if I got too much at one time.
I arrived at the stables and walked straight into the office to get a bottle of Gatorade. I knew I’d need it with as much sweating as I did the day before. I stopped and looked at the desk and noticed some stuff had been moved around from Landon being there, but some car magazines joined the clutter.
Leaving the office, I opened up my Gatorade, taking a few gulps before I walked into the first stall. The same stall I started out in the day before. I stopped in my tracks as I noticed the brand new shovel and rake up against the wall. I looked behind me and around the stables as if someone was going to pop out of nowhere. Landon
“Just for future reference, there’s a phone in the office in the stable. The number to the front office is listed on it. So if you ever need anythin’ and no one’s there, just call it.”
I nodded in understanding and we continued picking the beans for another forty minutes, until it was time to bag the corn again. Lisa said that it was pretty much the same routine every day. The only time things changed was when the weather changed. Mr. Johnson always made a final call at the end of the work day as to whether or not we’d work if a storm was supposed to come the following day. Usually, he’d give you notice, but there were some instances where a thunderstorm developed in the middle of the day and he’d send the workers home.
We went to lunch at ten thirty and I again drooled over Mrs. Johnson’s food. She made a sandwich called a mufalotta. It had all of my favorite meats and some kind of olive relish. I’d never had anything like it before and hoped she’d make it again soon.
Joe also ate lunch with us, but said he wasn’t staying to swim. “I help out with all of Derek’s jobs since he’s not here, so I work through my lunches usually,” he said with a mouthful of food. “Which is fine with me since I get off early anyway.” He had a point. I’d work through lunch too if it allowed me to get off early. “So,” he said after taking a bite of his sandwich, “are you coming to the race tonight?”
I shook my head and wiped my mouth with a napkin. “Nah. I was extremely tired last night. I’m sure I will be again today. I’d probably fall asleep.”
He laughed. “There is no way you’d fall asleep. There’s too much going on. Plus there’s no way you’d sleep through all that noise.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I’ll think about it,” I said to appease him.
A smile spread across his face. “If you do come, you are more than welcome to sit with me,” he winked as he got up from the table. “See y’all later.” He waved as he walked off.
Lisa had a grin on her face. “Don’t mind him. He’s just a big flirt and you’re fresh meat.”
“Fresh meat?”
“Yeah, ya know, someone new and shiny all the cool kids want to play with. Plus you’re not drooling all over Landon. He probably thinks he has a shot.”
“Great,” I sighed. “But there’s nothing here I’ll be letting any of the cool kids play with,” I replied.
We finished our lunch and went swimming. Actually, I wouldn’t even call it swimming. We were only in there long enough to make it feel like a tease, and then we had to get out. It was more like a quick bath in chemical water to wash off a half-day’s worth of sweat.
When our time was up, we hopped onto the four-wheeler and went to the office to sign back in. Lisa headed off to the bean house and I got back on the four-wheeler and headed for the stables.
It was a cloudy day so the heat wasn’t as bad as it could have been and I was grateful. After being so tired the day before, I forgot to stop and get some sunblock on the way home. I made a mental note to remember to do that after work. Even though I had an olive completion and I tanned very easily, I could also burn if I got too much at one time.
I arrived at the stables and walked straight into the office to get a bottle of Gatorade. I knew I’d need it with as much sweating as I did the day before. I stopped and looked at the desk and noticed some stuff had been moved around from Landon being there, but some car magazines joined the clutter.
Leaving the office, I opened up my Gatorade, taking a few gulps before I walked into the first stall. The same stall I started out in the day before. I stopped in my tracks as I noticed the brand new shovel and rake up against the wall. I looked behind me and around the stables as if someone was going to pop out of nowhere. Landon
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