His Summer Vacation

Last weekend we sent the teenager up north for hard labor with my cousin and his boys — put him on a plane with a map of the Minneapolis airport where he had to catch another plane and told him to call when he got to Michigan. He didn't call[*]. So now he's at a little cottage in the woods stripping interior walls down to the 2x4s and shoring up floor joists.

They were pretty tired when we stopped tonite, my cousin said on the phone tonite. We worked until 8pm.

He paused for a moment.

Then I asked them if they wanted me to go into town tomorrow morning for groceries or if they wanted to go by themselves tonite. All of the sudden they pepped up. They're in town, now.

Tomorrow I hear they'll be digging a new hole for the outhouse.

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[*] until the next day — something my mother would understand

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