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The usual complaints, what would he eat, what time would she be home? She answered with the last of her patience and put her phone away, determined to enjoy the sushi and the feeling of the summer breeze on her. She liked this park, had enjoyed lunch here somewhere close to a hundred times but now she saw it anew.She saw a young couple walking together, laughing, giggling, feeling mutually desired, wanted. She realised her fingers were trailing over her thigh as she sat there. A guilty smile as she checked nobody had noticed. Her phone was thankfully silent but it made her think. If she had Sean’s number, what would she do? As she packed her things away, she laughed at herself, “You’d probably just ruin it!”** ****Back at her desk and with less than an hour until she was going to be there, in the bar, with Sean. Her fingertips tapped at her keys as she finished the last tasks of the day. Nobody had seemed to notice how absent she had been all day. She’d replayed their interaction. And Mrs Johnson.My Dad and Uncle James, his twin brother, owned the farm we lived on. They inherited it from their dad.My name is John S Binder Jr. Everyone called me Spud. It seemed as though everybody had a nickname, some were of the sort that children best not be caught repeating.It was on a cloudy Friday late into the fall of the year when a group of men showed up in a truck. I didn't like their look nor the things they said. They were crude in the way they talked and their actions. One man decided to pee on the back tires of the truck, he saw me staring with my eyes wide and mouth open. He turned in my direction and shook it at me. Behavior such as that was frowned upon in our parts.Dad walked over and spoke to him. The man replied "Sorry Kid" in a loud voice, then turned around and walked away.Dad returned and informed me that they were from a town a ways down the road.The man who owned the farm was through with his crops for the year and couldn't afford to pay the hired hand.
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