A few days after school ended, I looked out our kitchen window and saw Justin pushing our lawn mower down the sidewalk.
« Where are you going? »
He stopped.
« Mrs. Hall needs help. »
When he came home an hour later, his shirt was soaked.
Mrs. Hall lived four houses away. She was seventy-eight and stubborn enough to make age feel personally offensive.
Apparently, Justin had seen her trying to mow her lawn in ninety-degree heat.
When he came home an hour later, his shirt was soaked.
« She tried to pay me twenty dollars, » he said.
« Did you take it? »
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