Grass
As he got close to his house, the smell of fresh cut grass made him sneeze. When he got out of his SUV, he froze. He looked all around in utter amazement. As he walked over to her house, he sneezed again. He didn’t knock on the door, or call. He just set on the porch.
Moments later when she came out of the house, she squealed. This didn’t seem to faze him. “You scared the day lights out of me.”
He pointed toward his house but didn’t say anything.
“Oscar, are you alright?” He opened his mouth as if he was going to speak but no words came out. “Honey, what’s wrong.”
Finally, he looked at her. “Did you mow my grass?”
She smiled, sitting down as well. “Yes I did. I don’t think I cut any flowers down. You seem to have them in beds all surrounded by rocks.” She drew circles in the air to represent the flower beds that he had.
He stuttered but didn’t speak. She raised an eyebrow, “Are you mad at me?” The tone of her voice was a confused hurt.
He realized what she was saying, “No, no, no, no, no, no…..Thank you.” His actions were slow, as if he had been stunned.
“If I cut something down, just tell me. I’ll buy it back.” She hissed.
“No….Thanks.” He didn’t know how to act. “Honestly, thank you. No one has ever cut my grass before.”
At that moment, she realized what all the weird behavior was about. She stopped being upset at his apparent show of indifference. “Never?”
“I have paid students wanting a little extra spending money to mow. But no one has ever just mowed my yard. Thank you.” He smiled.
“You were about to piss me off.”
“I know. Sorry. This is just amazing. Thank you.”
“There is one thing I will not do, I will not clean your house. Clean the kitchen after a meal, yes, but cleaning someone’s house can be as personal as washing their underwear.”
“Honey, I…” He trailed off. “What can I do to make it up to you?”
“Are you kidding?” She scoffed. “I don’t think so. Chet has been continuing to mow for me. He says that the estate overpaid him. But it’s high time I bit the bullet and mowed the crap. And if you don’t get weird on me, I’ll mow your grass too.”
He smiled, “you don’t have to do that.”
“I know.” She smiled back.
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