Buster laughs loudly anyway, extrovert that he is. “Looks like you’re now receiving more than one punishment.” Mike follows Buster’s glance and sees that his sweat has turned the white Lycra material transparent, with the cage clearly visible. His face turns scarlet at this point.
Cars slow down; one neighbor beeps her horn. The neighbor across the street comes out on his front porch and his dog begins barking. When Mike finally finishes cutting the grass, Laura says he should have used the grass catcher and orders him to rake and bag the grass. She then has him use the edger and then sweep the sidewalk and along the curb. He spends much of the day in the front yard and their lawn has never looked so good. By the time he finally finishes, the entire neighborhood has seen or heard about hi
