Chapter 64
Eventually, Chris stopped and said, “Ted’s playing in the wading pool again, and our bed is made up, so what are we waiting for?”
“Not a cotton-picking thing. Let’s take a break.”
38
Maggie Valley, NC
THEY WERE LYING in their new bed listening to the sounds of the stream coming through the open window.
“We worked up a sweat, despite the cool mountain air,” Chris said.
“I can’t think of a better way to do it.”
“Yeah. Beats the heck out of chopping cotton.”
“Babe, you’ve never, ever in your entire life ‘chopped cotton’. In fact, you probably don’t even know what the phrase ‘chopping cotton’ means.”
“You’re wrong there, big guy. It refers to using a hoe to remove weeds.”
“And you’ve never wielded a hoe in your life or, for that matter, used a garden tool for anything else, have you?”
“Well… actually, I did saw the top twelve inches off the handle of Granddad’s garden rake once.”
“Why would you do that?”