Chapter Ten
Sam the Artist looked calm as he put the finishing touches on his gnome-inspired masterpiece. He’d pulled just enough gnomes out of Myrtle’s shed to make little vignettes in the yard. One gnome held up a sign that said, “Help me. I’m lost in a jungle.” One appeared to be doing battle with the grass with a child-sized rake and hoe that Myrtle kept in her shed for Jack to play with. One lay on the ground, apparently overcome by Myrtle’s yard. Sam had figured out a way for Myrtle’s warrior gnome to be brandishing a weed trimmer at her surprised-looking gnome. Funny, poignant little vignettes of chaos that should jog Red’s memory about Dusty’s broken mower.
As soon as loud Erma had waddled away, Myrtle hurried outside with a handful of money. “Sam, it’s perfect. You’re a genius.
