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Authors: Bria Marche
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I barely remember that incident. It was just an accidental bump and an apology. I never even looked up. Seeing her here didn’t ring a bell with me, but evidently seeing me rang one for her. She must really think I’m an ass. No wonder she thought it was funny when I had cream dripping off my face.” Dan chuckled at the irony of it. “Payback is a bitch even if it’s accidental, right?” He grinned at Sasha and told her he had to get back to work. “Don’t tell Tina I know. We’ll see how this plays out.”
“Got it—not a word,” Sasha said with a hand gesture to show she was zipping her lips. She went inside to call Mia. They made dinner plans for seven o’clock. Josh and Aaron would begin the rototilling at five thirty and could get in at least an hour of work before their feast of chicken, courtesy of KFC.
***
The brass pineapple knocker banged hard against the solid wood door Wednesday at noon. Sasha and Tina sat at the kitchen table in the dining room, enjoying grilled-cheese sandwiches, pasta salad, and decaf iced tea. Lately, Tina appeared at the Victorian more often than usual, saying she needed to help the “preggers” around the house and that she didn’t want Sasha to injure herself, or the baby, doing whatever it was that she did every day. Sasha yelled cheerfully and ran to the window. A large cube van had parked along the road. She threw the door open and stood staring at the face of a very grumpy-looking man.
“Ma’am, I have 450 grape plants in the back of my van, and I can’t pull into your driveway.”
“That’s wonderful—I’m so happy.” Sasha was beside herself with enthusiasm. Her dream was finally becoming a reality, and the evidence was a van filled to the brim with Concord grapevines.
“Yeah… right. I guess what I’m trying to ask is who’s going to unload these vines?”
“Oh, no problem, I’ll be right back. Just hang out on the porch for a minute.”
***
Sasha slipped on her clogs and ran around to the back of the house. Tina watched her from the kitchen window as she reached Dan and his crew. Her hands pointed this way and that. Laughter was exchanged, and like magic, the men followed Sasha to the front of the Victorian.
That girl is selling something men can’t say no to. Humph… I’ve got to buy me some of that. Tina put on her shoes and walked outside. Might as well pitch in , she thought as she joined everyone at the back of the van.
The guys brought two wheelbarrows around to fill with vines. Tina gave Dan a sideways glance. He did the same but added a smile. Sasha disappeared into the shed and came out with a thick plastic tarp. She placed it at the back of the van, loading it with grapevines so the guys could drag it to the lot. An hour later, the van pulled away from the curb, and Sasha, Tina, and the guys plopped down on the porch chairs.
“I’ll get the iced tea,” Tina offered.
“I better stay out of the way.” Dan smirked.
Tina turned back. “Good idea,” she said, slamming the door behind her.
***
Sasha and Josh stood in Arrivals at Kennedy International Airport Saturday morning. She felt giddy and nervous at the same time. Sasha hadn’t seen her parents for nearly a year. She’d been deeply involved with Jack the last time she’d flown to France. She was living the model’s life and carrying a snooty attitude with it. A lot had changed since then. Sasha was settled, sweet, and capable, with a home and a family and more on the way. Weddings would take place soon, and they still had an entire vineyard to plant. She checked the arrivals board, where the digital readout showed that the flight just landed.
“They should be coming up the ramp any minute,” Sasha said while Josh held her hand tightly.
“You’re shaking, honey. Are you nervous?”
“Sort of. They’re in for a big surprise. I’ve changed a lot, Josh. I’m much different now than I was a year ago. Not only am I a different person, but they’re meeting you
“Got it—not a word,” Sasha said with a hand gesture to show she was zipping her lips. She went inside to call Mia. They made dinner plans for seven o’clock. Josh and Aaron would begin the rototilling at five thirty and could get in at least an hour of work before their feast of chicken, courtesy of KFC.
***
The brass pineapple knocker banged hard against the solid wood door Wednesday at noon. Sasha and Tina sat at the kitchen table in the dining room, enjoying grilled-cheese sandwiches, pasta salad, and decaf iced tea. Lately, Tina appeared at the Victorian more often than usual, saying she needed to help the “preggers” around the house and that she didn’t want Sasha to injure herself, or the baby, doing whatever it was that she did every day. Sasha yelled cheerfully and ran to the window. A large cube van had parked along the road. She threw the door open and stood staring at the face of a very grumpy-looking man.
“Ma’am, I have 450 grape plants in the back of my van, and I can’t pull into your driveway.”
“That’s wonderful—I’m so happy.” Sasha was beside herself with enthusiasm. Her dream was finally becoming a reality, and the evidence was a van filled to the brim with Concord grapevines.
“Yeah… right. I guess what I’m trying to ask is who’s going to unload these vines?”
“Oh, no problem, I’ll be right back. Just hang out on the porch for a minute.”
***
Sasha slipped on her clogs and ran around to the back of the house. Tina watched her from the kitchen window as she reached Dan and his crew. Her hands pointed this way and that. Laughter was exchanged, and like magic, the men followed Sasha to the front of the Victorian.
That girl is selling something men can’t say no to. Humph… I’ve got to buy me some of that. Tina put on her shoes and walked outside. Might as well pitch in , she thought as she joined everyone at the back of the van.
The guys brought two wheelbarrows around to fill with vines. Tina gave Dan a sideways glance. He did the same but added a smile. Sasha disappeared into the shed and came out with a thick plastic tarp. She placed it at the back of the van, loading it with grapevines so the guys could drag it to the lot. An hour later, the van pulled away from the curb, and Sasha, Tina, and the guys plopped down on the porch chairs.
“I’ll get the iced tea,” Tina offered.
“I better stay out of the way.” Dan smirked.
Tina turned back. “Good idea,” she said, slamming the door behind her.
***
Sasha and Josh stood in Arrivals at Kennedy International Airport Saturday morning. She felt giddy and nervous at the same time. Sasha hadn’t seen her parents for nearly a year. She’d been deeply involved with Jack the last time she’d flown to France. She was living the model’s life and carrying a snooty attitude with it. A lot had changed since then. Sasha was settled, sweet, and capable, with a home and a family and more on the way. Weddings would take place soon, and they still had an entire vineyard to plant. She checked the arrivals board, where the digital readout showed that the flight just landed.
“They should be coming up the ramp any minute,” Sasha said while Josh held her hand tightly.
“You’re shaking, honey. Are you nervous?”
“Sort of. They’re in for a big surprise. I’ve changed a lot, Josh. I’m much different now than I was a year ago. Not only am I a different person, but they’re meeting you
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