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“What are you two doing?” Henry shook his head as he walked across the yard. His father and his Uncle Dick were rolling an immense wooden spool / reel toward the shop.   The two men looked up at him. Bill’s face was guilty, Dick’s a bit chagrined.   “Why?” Bill asked. “Who’s asking?”   […]

Gillian could barely contain herself. Lexi smiled as they went down the steps to the kitchen. Nearly everyone else in the household was busy preparing dinner, but she and Gillian were heading out. “Bye!” Gillian called out. “See ya later, alligator,” Elijah called back. “In a while, crocodile,” JaRon said. Lexi gave them all a wave, but those in

Cassidy knocked on Mrs. Agnes’s door before opening it. She stood inside the doorway and called out, “Mrs. Agnes, I’m here!”Agnes came around the corner from the kitchen with a grin on her face. “Look at you, all prettied up for a day with me. Talk about making an old lady feel special.”“You aren’t old,”

Henry Sturtz sat at his hand-built table in the kitchen. He’d made it when he was young and his mother, bless her heart, insisted that they use it. He pulled the printouts he’d received from a possible client in front of him and looked them over again while drinking from the coffee mug. It had

“Good morning.” Lydia held out a mug of hot coffee. She’d heard Aaron come downstairs. For once, he wasn’t running late. The man had trouble getting moving in the morning and her day had started long before he opened his eyes. It always had. When they were younger, Aaron never knew what his hours would

“Miss Kitty,” Beryl said to her cat as she flopped onto the living room sofa, “I’m getting too old for this traveling stuff. You might be seeing a lot more of me than you used to.” She had to reach across the sofa to touch Miss Kitty’s tail.  What would it be like to have

“Forty-three, fifty-eight,” Sylvie said, smiling at Pat Carter. She didn’t receive a smile back, it wasn’t in the woman’s personality.   While Mrs. Carter filled out her check, Sylvie finished sacking the groceries. “Would you like help carrying these to your car?”   That earned her an offended glare. “I can carry my own groceries.”

“Order!” Lucy called through the window into the kitchen.   Joe grinned at her as he pulled the ticket from the clip. “You’re in a good mood this morning.”   “It’s the coffee,” she replied. “I’ve already had two cups. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be pretty.”   “Everything okay?”   She shrugged. “Greg and I had

“Jason!”   “What?” He didn’t know what was coming, but didn’t think he’d done anything that would get him into trouble.   “Could you come out here, please?”   Whew. This was about her wanting him to do something. That was fine. He was bored sitting around anyway. He couldn’t play video games if his

Andy waved goodbye to her grandchildren as her son pulled out of the driveway, then closed the front door and went back inside. She took in a long breath and started picking up the leftover mess. How had she gotten to the point in her life when a mess was no longer acceptable? All those