Work hard, live a little (Cameo)
Nov 24, 2012 18:28:05 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Nov 24, 2012 18:28:05 GMT -5
Faith is getting bossy and for some reason I don't mind it when I never let Nonnie do it. I used to boss her around more. Maybe it's just because I don't have the energy to fight her motherly care.
"Yeah, my parents are fine with just one of those little buggers." I tell her rubbing my temples. "Sleep sounds awesome but what about your dad."
Like on cue her father comes walkinga round the corner with a piece of toast in his hand.
"So what's going on here? Why aren't you in there at the table with us?" He demands to know in a even bossier way, which makes me feel quite ashamed.
"Nothing, sir." I stammer. "I'm just not..."
"Heck, boy don't tell me you're getting sick, too. You look like hell. I need you on Monday because we're getting the vet over to test our cows."
I nod my head eagerly. "I'll be here even if you have to carry me out there."
"Good." He claps me on the shoulder and then tells Faith. "You know those cows don't milk themselves. Get your mom to give you a hand with the kid."
I exchange a glance with her and then nod to let her know she'd better go.
Then I lay back down with Josh on my chest, who soon lets out an enormous burp and spits some of his milk up on my shoulder together with some slime. Disgusted I wipe it on a towel and wrinkle my nose.
He falls asleep while my head is pounding and my throat tight and dry. I know I should be helping Faith but from experience I know that it's best to stay in bed for a day or two in order to get back on my feet soon. Closing my eyes I listen to Faiths siblings make their way down and discuss why the farm hand is sleeping on their couch. The last one to show up is her step mom.
"Yeah, my parents are fine with just one of those little buggers." I tell her rubbing my temples. "Sleep sounds awesome but what about your dad."
Like on cue her father comes walkinga round the corner with a piece of toast in his hand.
"So what's going on here? Why aren't you in there at the table with us?" He demands to know in a even bossier way, which makes me feel quite ashamed.
"Nothing, sir." I stammer. "I'm just not..."
"Heck, boy don't tell me you're getting sick, too. You look like hell. I need you on Monday because we're getting the vet over to test our cows."
I nod my head eagerly. "I'll be here even if you have to carry me out there."
"Good." He claps me on the shoulder and then tells Faith. "You know those cows don't milk themselves. Get your mom to give you a hand with the kid."
I exchange a glance with her and then nod to let her know she'd better go.
Then I lay back down with Josh on my chest, who soon lets out an enormous burp and spits some of his milk up on my shoulder together with some slime. Disgusted I wipe it on a towel and wrinkle my nose.
He falls asleep while my head is pounding and my throat tight and dry. I know I should be helping Faith but from experience I know that it's best to stay in bed for a day or two in order to get back on my feet soon. Closing my eyes I listen to Faiths siblings make their way down and discuss why the farm hand is sleeping on their couch. The last one to show up is her step mom.
