offered them last weekend when they were home. It wasn't his ideal Sunday afternoon
but Casey was going to yard sales hoping to find stuff she could turn into art.
He started at the far end of the house and worked his way toward the attached
garage.
“That's my middle name!” William shouted down, throwing a handful of leaves to the
ground.
“I thought your middle name was PeeWee!” Casey yelled.
“The neighbors can hear you!” William shouted back.
Casey stuck her tongue out and got into her car, leaving him alone to clean the
eaves himself.
William took his time moving along the front of the house. The wet leaves had
already soaked through his gloves. He knew the day was going to drag.
He couldn’t tell if minutes or hours had passed. He measured his progress and
figured he had cleared about ten feet, with forty more to go.
He muttered to himself and tossed another handful aside. He was glad the house only
had one story. He couldn’t imagine having to climb any higher.
He hummed the tune Casey always used while painting. He had never asked her what
song, but he liked it. He made a mental note to ask her next time.
He stopped to watch two squirrels chase each other in the tree in the middle of
their yard. The one doing the chasing seemed mad about something. The squirrel
being chased stopped, made a barking sound and started chasing the squirrel. He
watched them jump from branch to branch chasing each other. William hoped one would
try jumping to a branch but not make it and fall out of the tree.
William grew bored with the squirrels and continued working.
Grab a handful. Throw it to the ground. Grab a handful. Throw it to the ground.