Sarah's Mountain
Copyright© 2012 by Auntie Chastity
Chapter 3
It was getting late in the day when Wendell, tired but happy, put the tools back in the shed and knocked on the door. 'Mona' stepped out on the stoop and handed him five twenties, saying, "I know you only worked seven hours but you did such a good job, we figured it would only be fair to make it an even hundred. Aunt Sarah says to tell you she'll be calling you about more jobs if you'll give us your telephone number."
"Gosh Mona, tell Sarah thank you so much! We can sure use it. If you have a pen, I'll write it down for you."
"Nah, jus tell me. I've got a real good memory."
"It's a real easy one; it's 5050. Well, I guess I better get on home and help my Daddy make supper. Bye, Mona." Dropping his voice to a whisper and smiling in utter adoration, he added, "And thanks for being so nice to me."
As he walked down the drive, Sarah found herself wishing she were twenty years younger or that he was twenty years older. He didn't just have the makings of an excellent lover; he was a genuinely nice person, the kind of people she wanted to have around her all the time.
When he walked through the back door into the kitchen, Wendell found Ethan Chaffin peeling potatoes for supper.
"Hi, Dad! Look, I did pretty well today." He counted out the hundred dollars and then stuffed it into his dad's jeans pocket. "I cut two trees into firewood for her and I guess she thought I did a good job because she threw in about twenty dollars extra."
Ethan wiped his hands on a tea towel and pulled his oldest boy into a hug. "That's good, son. Of course, you always do good work. Look," he said, taking the money out of his pocket and peeling off a twenty, "Why don't you take Eli down to the store after dinner and treat yourselves to something special."
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