The following Saturday, I heard the garage opening.
I smiled because I assumed his summer project was finally finished.
“So,” I said at breakfast the next morning, “retired from lawn care?”
Justin shoveled cereal into his mouth.
“Yep.”
“Good.”
Justin was walking down the driveway wearing his grandfather’s old work gloves.
The following Saturday, I heard the garage opening.
I looked outside.
Justin was walking down the driveway wearing his grandfather’s old work gloves.
No lawn mower.
He was carrying a watering can.
He turned around like the answer should have been obvious.
I stepped outside.
“Where are you going?”
He turned around like the answer should have been obvious.
“Dorothy’s.”
“I thought you retired.”
“From mowing.”
Justin rolled his eyes and headed toward the sidewalk.
He lifted the watering can.
I started laughing.
Justin rolled his eyes and headed toward the sidewalk.
Then he called back over his shoulder.
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