Chapter 4
I got an answer to my question Saturday night.
It was my weekend day off. I get one every other week. So I spent part of it cleaning house, doing laundry, and grocery shopping. With that finished, around two in the afternoon, I settled on my back porch with a beer and a book. The temp was running in the mid-eighties, but clouds were moving in from the west, signaling the rain the weather-guessers had predicted.
“You look comfortable,” Brent said, coming across the yard. He had his own beer, so I didn’t offer him one. Instead, I waved at the other chair. “Not washing the car today?” he asked, after sitting.
I gestured to the clouds. “I think the rain will take care of it for me.”
“It’ll only rain if you wash your car. Not the other way around.”
“In that case, it stays dirty.
