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Authors: Chautona Havig
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says it ’ ll taste better on the bread than the butter .”
Chad entered the kitchen with a basket of greens and a few well - ripened tomatoes. “ I didn ’ t remember if you wanted the green onions or not .”
“ Yes. But if you didn ’ t get them, don ’ t worry about it. It ’ ll be fine without them .”
He held up a bunch triumphantly. “ Score! I remembered it all then .”
“ I can ’ t believe you guys have ripe tomatoes from a garden ! ”
“ Greenhouse, ” Willow corrected. “ Now that I have the greenhouse, I can have ripe tomatoes all year .”
Beef pounded, Willow scrubbed her hands and then began washing the lettuce. She paused, examining it closely. “ Is this lettuce from the garden? ”
“ Well, it looked ready, why? ”
“ Loopers. I ’ ve got to get out there and soap them before we get eggs. I ’ ll do that before dinner .” Willow quit rinsing the greens and immediately left for the barn.
“ Loopers. What are they? ”
Chad shrugged and started washing the leaves looking for whatever had bothered Willow. “ Becca, your guess is as good as mine. Apparently it ’ s something we don ’ t want in the garden though .”
Willow arrived with a large spray bottle and filled it as Chad washed. Then she dropped a large squirt of dish soap in the container and shook it vigorously. “ Don ’ t let me forget Chad .”
“ Why not do it now? ”
“ Best to do first thing in the morning or late afternoon. That ’ s when the obnoxious critters are out .”
Becca and Chad exchanged confused and amused glances. Willow took the scrubbed greens and tore them, filling a large wooden salad bowl with them. Deftly, she chopped tomatoes, onions, radishes, and cucumbers. Before she could ask Chad for the croutons she ’ d made at breakfast, a car crunched in the driveway.
“ I think Josh is here. Why don ’ t you go get him? ” Willow waved Chad out the door and pointed to a bowl on the top of the stove. “ Becca, can I have that bowl please? ”
By the time Chad ushered Josh into the kitchen, Willow and Becca were assembling the modified pizzas , ready to pop them into the oven. Willow noticed beads of perspiration on Chad ’ s forehead and a growing line of them across Josh ’ s upper lip and groaned inwardly. It might be time move to the summer kitchen already .
“ Chad, why don ’ t you go get one of those tables and some of the chairs from the barn and put it all up on the back porch. We can eat out there where it ’ s cooler .”
The look of relief in Chad ’ s eyes told Willow she ’ d made the right move. “ I ’ ll do that. ” Before he left, he turned to Josh . “Oh, this is Becca Jacobs. She ’ s here visiting a friend on the farm that backs ours .”
Becca rinsed her hands, dried them on her apron, and turned to greet Josh and froze . “ Oh, I ’ m sorry .” She extended her hand smiling. “ It ’ s very nice to meet you .”
“ It ’ s nice to meet you too .” Josh looked at their hands, his feet, back over at Willow — anything to avoid meeting Becca ’ s eyes. Willow didn’t understand what was wrong with them.
“ Hey Josh, mind giving me a hand with the chairs? ”
Once the men were outside, Becca turned to Willow, confused. “ I didn ’ t expect your friend to be —”
“Be?”
The girl flushed. “Well, I don’t mean to be offensive. You just don’t expect to meet someone… like him out on a farm.” Her face went deep red. “Oh, that sounds just awful. I didn’t mean to be—”
Willow interrupted. “ He ’ s a little girly, isn ’ t he? Chad said something about him being more like my friend Bill than the Tesdalls. Bill is kind of a sissy when it comes to the farm and Chad thinks Josh will be too .”
“ Where did you meet him ? ”
“ He was the one who helped me find the fabrics for the wedding. He has amazing fabric and fashion sense. I thought it was odd at first , but then I remembered mother talking about men
Chad entered the kitchen with a basket of greens and a few well - ripened tomatoes. “ I didn ’ t remember if you wanted the green onions or not .”
“ Yes. But if you didn ’ t get them, don ’ t worry about it. It ’ ll be fine without them .”
He held up a bunch triumphantly. “ Score! I remembered it all then .”
“ I can ’ t believe you guys have ripe tomatoes from a garden ! ”
“ Greenhouse, ” Willow corrected. “ Now that I have the greenhouse, I can have ripe tomatoes all year .”
Beef pounded, Willow scrubbed her hands and then began washing the lettuce. She paused, examining it closely. “ Is this lettuce from the garden? ”
“ Well, it looked ready, why? ”
“ Loopers. I ’ ve got to get out there and soap them before we get eggs. I ’ ll do that before dinner .” Willow quit rinsing the greens and immediately left for the barn.
“ Loopers. What are they? ”
Chad shrugged and started washing the leaves looking for whatever had bothered Willow. “ Becca, your guess is as good as mine. Apparently it ’ s something we don ’ t want in the garden though .”
Willow arrived with a large spray bottle and filled it as Chad washed. Then she dropped a large squirt of dish soap in the container and shook it vigorously. “ Don ’ t let me forget Chad .”
“ Why not do it now? ”
“ Best to do first thing in the morning or late afternoon. That ’ s when the obnoxious critters are out .”
Becca and Chad exchanged confused and amused glances. Willow took the scrubbed greens and tore them, filling a large wooden salad bowl with them. Deftly, she chopped tomatoes, onions, radishes, and cucumbers. Before she could ask Chad for the croutons she ’ d made at breakfast, a car crunched in the driveway.
“ I think Josh is here. Why don ’ t you go get him? ” Willow waved Chad out the door and pointed to a bowl on the top of the stove. “ Becca, can I have that bowl please? ”
By the time Chad ushered Josh into the kitchen, Willow and Becca were assembling the modified pizzas , ready to pop them into the oven. Willow noticed beads of perspiration on Chad ’ s forehead and a growing line of them across Josh ’ s upper lip and groaned inwardly. It might be time move to the summer kitchen already .
“ Chad, why don ’ t you go get one of those tables and some of the chairs from the barn and put it all up on the back porch. We can eat out there where it ’ s cooler .”
The look of relief in Chad ’ s eyes told Willow she ’ d made the right move. “ I ’ ll do that. ” Before he left, he turned to Josh . “Oh, this is Becca Jacobs. She ’ s here visiting a friend on the farm that backs ours .”
Becca rinsed her hands, dried them on her apron, and turned to greet Josh and froze . “ Oh, I ’ m sorry .” She extended her hand smiling. “ It ’ s very nice to meet you .”
“ It ’ s nice to meet you too .” Josh looked at their hands, his feet, back over at Willow — anything to avoid meeting Becca ’ s eyes. Willow didn’t understand what was wrong with them.
“ Hey Josh, mind giving me a hand with the chairs? ”
Once the men were outside, Becca turned to Willow, confused. “ I didn ’ t expect your friend to be —”
“Be?”
The girl flushed. “Well, I don’t mean to be offensive. You just don’t expect to meet someone… like him out on a farm.” Her face went deep red. “Oh, that sounds just awful. I didn’t mean to be—”
Willow interrupted. “ He ’ s a little girly, isn ’ t he? Chad said something about him being more like my friend Bill than the Tesdalls. Bill is kind of a sissy when it comes to the farm and Chad thinks Josh will be too .”
“ Where did you meet him ? ”
“ He was the one who helped me find the fabrics for the wedding. He has amazing fabric and fashion sense. I thought it was odd at first , but then I remembered mother talking about men
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