My Neighbor Reported My 79-Year-Old Father’s Garden. When the Inspector Returned at Six A.M., He Discovered Who the Harvest Was Really For
“I appreciate you taking the time to come out here,” Dad told him warmly.
“I know you are simply doing the job you were hired to do.”
“Thank you, sir,” Wayne replied softly.
Dad held his hand for a moment longer.
“Would you be willing to do me one small favor before you submit your final paperwork?”
Wayne hesitated slightly.
“If it falls within my authority, sir.”
“Come back here this Saturday morning at six o’clock,” Dad requested softly.