Chapter Eighteen
Week Three
On Saturday, I managed to arrive at the church at 6 a.m. sharp. It was nice to ride in such light traffic, but I felt like a fool giving up my Friday nights and weekends. It may be worth it when I’m able to get closer to Liz. After all, she said the first two to three weeks would be the worst, and this is the third week. Joe didn’t compliment me on being on time but had me clean the johns and kitchen, this time with a mop and proper supplies. I was finished by 9 a.m. when Liz arrived. I was dreading her reaction to my unshaven body but was relieved when she didn’t mention it. She handed me a weed-digging hand tool, a metal rod “V” shaped at the end with a wooden handle.
“Take this and pull all the weeds and crab grass in the front lawn. Now that you’re here,
