“So he didn’t say anything about what he wants done but he wants me back in the morning just before the sun comes up,” Jack put a hunk of baked chicken into his mouth and waited for the response.
“You finished with the roof and he asked you to come back in the morning?” Jack’s father had put his fork down and was looking straight at Jack as Jack chewed.
“Did he tell you to bring anything or dress a certain way that might suggest the nature of the work?” his mother sat in front of her plate no longer eating waiting for Jack to finish with his bite of chicken. Jack decided to make sure he chewed his food properly and to not talk with his mouth full. Sally, not taking part in the conversation continued to clean her drumstick.
With a final swallow Jack answered, “I didn’t quite finish. I’ve got maybe half an hour’s work left.”
“So he just wants you back to finish up,” his father stated and returned to his food.
“No, I offered to finish up and he said he has some other things he wants me to do.”
“At harvest time?” his father asked.
“At harvest time. We walked around and he was telling me about how to tell the best time to harvest and everything we looked at matched up. It’s time to harvest right now, according to Uncle Toby.”
Jack’s father put his fork back down, “he walked you around the field and talked about the wheat?” he leaned toward Jack and waited for an answer.
Jack toyed with the idea of putting another piece of chicken in his mouth and making his father wait for his answer but seeing the look in his father’s eyes he thought better of it and answered, “He told me all kinds of things. We walked and talked for about an hour.”
“About the wheat?” Jack’s father said.
“Mostly,” said Jack. Jack’s father sat back in his chair and went back to his dinner, chewing slowly, deep in thought.
Sally pushed her empty plate forward and asked, “What’s for desert?”