Crops And Robbers (2011)
Crops And Robbers
“Ian’s voice said.
Had my morning at Bailey’s and then my afternoon at my own home been a horrible nightmare? Was I still in bed?
“Mom,” I grumbled as my eyes shot open. I was on my porch with Ian on one side of me and Hobbit on the other.
“I’m right here,” Mom said from somewhere behind us.
I sat up and turned around. Mom was sitting on a bench that I used for holding plant starts. I tried to get up to go to her, but I was woozy and slow.
“Becca, don’t. Stay there,” Mom said as she looked down ...at her hands, which were still covered with blood. “I don’t know . . . just stay there, okay?”
Ian had his hand on my arm. “Becca, you fainted. Take it easy. Drink some of this.” He handed me a blue crushed-ice drink that he must have had in his truck. It was his favorite refreshment after a hot day full of installations.
I took a sip of the blueberry cold and swallowed the icy eeriness of my current reality. We were quite the picture: my mom with her bloody hands, my dog with her bloody paws that had left imprints all over me, and Ian, grimy from working but at the ready with some blue crushed ice.MoreLess
Had my morning at Bailey’s and then my afternoon at my own home been a horrible nightmare? Was I still in bed?
“Mom,” I grumbled as my eyes shot open. I was on my porch with Ian on one side of me and Hobbit on the other.
“I’m right here,” Mom said from somewhere behind us.
I sat up and turned around. Mom was sitting on a bench that I used for holding plant starts. I tried to get up to go to her, but I was woozy and slow.
“Becca, don’t. Stay there,” Mom said as she looked down ...at her hands, which were still covered with blood. “I don’t know . . . just stay there, okay?”
Ian had his hand on my arm. “Becca, you fainted. Take it easy. Drink some of this.” He handed me a blue crushed-ice drink that he must have had in his truck. It was his favorite refreshment after a hot day full of installations.
I took a sip of the blueberry cold and swallowed the icy eeriness of my current reality. We were quite the picture: my mom with her bloody hands, my dog with her bloody paws that had left imprints all over me, and Ian, grimy from working but at the ready with some blue crushed ice.MoreLess
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