A stranger pulled into our yard in a hurry and jumped out of his pickup. Thinking Daddy was home for lunch, the kids spilled out the front door and danced around the stranger’s legs as he hurried to the side of the house and then back toward his utility pickup.
“Checking on phone stuff?” I hollered after him.
“Checking meters,” he replied as he got in his pickup.
Ah, he must be an electric co-op employee. “For Mid-Yellowstone?” I hollered.
“Yep.” And he drove away.
The kids came scampering back to the house. As he stepped through the threshold, Asher commented cheerfully, “Hm. He was a nice guy. I kinda liked him.”
© Tami Blake