“He’s just tired, honey,” I said softly. “It’s really hot today.” Eli, however, was unsatisfied. He straightened up, chalk still in hand, his gaze fixed firmly on the man. Across the street, Mrs. Lewis stood beside her gleaming SUV, arms crossed, letting her voice carry like a sharpened blade. “Good Lord, I’d die before I let my husband do a job like that at his age. Doesn’t he have any self-respect?” Her friend chuckled. “Honestly, he looks like he’s about to keel over right there on someone’s lawn. Maybe someone should call an ambulance before he does.”Continue reading…
