Lawn Boy
“Or as normal as anything had been this summer.
The rain had stopped and the grass dried. I rode my little mower over to Arnold's to check the notebooks to see where the jobs were. By now the whole thing pretty much took care of itself. Everybody knew where to go, what to do.
“Well.” I sighed. “Another day …”
Arnold nodded. “It's a good crew—they know what to do. It's the best kind of business. Everybody is happy, everybody makes money and the lawns get good care. Speaking of knowing what to do—did you talk to your parents last night?”
“I tried, Arnold. I really did. But then Joey showed up and the opportunity was gone.”
“Joey showed up? What do you mean?”
So I told him about Joey following me home and how difficult it became to talk to my parents about all the money things. “I couldn't see just how to break it to them by explaining that I ‘own’ a heavyweight prizefighter, so I figured I would maybe wait until tonight. Or this afternoon. It's Monday and they both get off work today at noon.”
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