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said sincerely.
    “Thank you for helping us out,” Gus said. “I’m a bit embarrassed, to tell you the truth. I’ve never needed help cutting my own lawn before. The doctor doesn’t want me exerting myself right now, though, and the girls scream at me whenever I try to do it. Do you know that chemotherapy can ruin your hearing but make your ears painfully sensitive to noise at the same time? The girls have learned that they can get pretty much whatever they want with a few high-pitched screams. I finally gave up on the yard.”
    “It’s no trouble, sir,” I said after I had taken a sip of refreshingly cold water. “How are you feeling now?”
    “Better. Much better,” he said. “I’m done with this latest round of chemo and the doctor says the prognosis looks very good. She’s a little hesitant to be too enthusiastic at this stage but I feel healthy and I’m hopeful. I believe the Good Lord wants me live long enough to get my youngest off to college and become independent.”
    I nodded, not sure how to react to that.
    “How’s your mother?” Gus asked suddenly.
    “She’s good,” I said. “You know her?”
    “We went to high school together,” he said. “We were very good friends once. I actually took her to prom senior year.”
    My eyebrows rose in surprise. Sadie’s dad and my mom had dated? That was too good. It would give me plenty of material to tease Aaron with. I thought back to the pictures of mom I had seen in high school. There weren’t many but I seemed to remember one of her at prom in the yearbook. Her date had been a tall, lanky, blond guy. I looked at Gus. The lack of hair and age made it hard to tell but there was a resemblance.
    “Is she still working as a real estate agent?” he asked.
    I shook my head. “That didn’t work out,” I said. “She’s gone back into marketing. She likes it.”
    “Glad to hear it,” Gus said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. “Tell her to give me a call sometime,” he said, handing the card to me. “It would be great to catch up with her.”
    “Sure,” I said. I looked down at the card. It read Gus N. Anderson, Architect, Lakeville Builders. I slipped it into my pocket.
    “Well, I don’t suppose I could ask one more favor of you?” Gus said.
    “Anything,” I said.
    “Would you mind putting your shirt back on?” he asked.
    “Sir?”
    “I’ve got a 14-year old girl who has been glued to the window ever since you got here,” Gus said. He jerked his head over his shoulder and I noticed the drapes by the living-room window move as what might have been a head suddenly ducked down out of the line of view. “My daughters seem to have a special affinity for Caldwell boys. I may not be able to control Sadie anymore but I’ll be damned if my baby girl is going to be thinking about any boys for at least a few years yet.”
    “Yes sir. Of course,” I said, a little embarrassed.
    “Good. Well, thanks again,” Gus said as he took back the empty glass. “Remember to say hi to your mom for me.”
    “I will, sir. Thanks,” I said.
    Gus left and I walked back to the driveway to pick up my shirt. I was about to put it on when a little red convertible came roaring around the corner and screeched to a stop in front of the driveway. The driver was that girl Carly whom Sadie had called El Diablo. Four other girls were packed into her car. Two of them, I noticed immediately, were especially hot.
    “Nate!” Carly called out as the other girls started whispering to each other excitedly. “What are you doing? This is Sadie’s house, isn’t it? Does she have you doing chores for her now?”
    “Nah, I’m just helping out,” I called back. I walked up to the car. I didn’t bother to put my shirt on; I wanted the hot girls to get a good long look at me.
    “What are you doing tonight?” Carly asked in her overly sweet voice.
    “ Dunno yet,” I responded nonchalantly, playing it cool. “What are you girls up