A Match Made in Dry Creek by Janet Tronstad

Author:Janet Tronstad
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2007-11-22T23:00:00+00:00

Curt watched his father and Mrs. Hargrove leave and then he turned to Doris June. “We’ve been had, you know.”

“Yeah, I figured. But they shouldn’t be lifting things and digging holes even if they still think they can.”

Curt nodded. “I should have brought us some hoes instead of these shovels.” He looked down at the pansies. “The plants are so little; I don’t want to damage them.”

“We’ll be careful,” Doris June said.

Curt liked the rhythm he and Doris June got into. She was tense at first when they were alone so he didn’t say anything. He just worked. He’d sink his shovel between the rows and she would use her shovel to lift the individual plants out of the dirt. When they had a dozen or so pansies unearthed, they put them in one of the plastic trays that sat beside the plants and started on another tray.

Curt could tell Doris June relaxed around him as they worked. He didn’t want to disturb that, but he finally asked her a question about her job in Anchorage. Before he knew it, the sun was high in the sky and he knew all about what a traffic control manager did at a television station.

“You like your job, don’t you?” Curt finally stopped digging and leaned on his shovel.

Doris June nodded and patted the dirt around their last tray of pansies.

“I bet everyone’s getting hungry,” Curt said. “It must be past one.”

“We should be getting home,” Doris June said. “I need to press something to wear for our meeting tonight.”

“You look fine to me.” Curt looked at Doris June. “There’s nothing wrong with what you’re wearing.”

“I thought I’d change into a suit,” Doris June said.

Curt had been afraid of that. He didn’t know when she had become so fond of suits. “The guy from the state is probably in his twenties. He’s probably going to wear cutoffs and a T-shirt.”

“I wouldn’t count on it. A guy in his twenties can still be wearing a suit,” Doris June said as she stood up and stretched her back. “He’s in business.”

“He’s with the state,” Curt said. “Even if he’s going to dress up, we don’t need to impress him. We’re the taxpayers.”

Doris June was, of course, halfway to the house by the time he said that.

It was a good thing he had another white shirt, Curt told himself. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d put a suit on twice in the same week. And that wasn’t counting going to church.

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