How Two Extra Jobs and Forty Thousand Dollars Bought the Old Miller Farm

“Did he get the mower fixed?” I asked.

“He got it running like new,” Judy said, holding the package out to me with both hands.

“I didn’t want you leaving without these.”

I stepped up onto the porch and took the package from her.

Through the thin paper, I could feel the soft waffle-weave cotton of four folded dish towels.

“I know how hard it is to keep up with kitchen things when you’re renting,” Judy said, beaming at me in the yellow porch light.

“Thank you, Judy,” I said.