At 6:55 the chickens out in the front yard and the German Shepherds on the front porch alerted the house of the visitor’s arrival. Eric drove an old Chevy S-10 that was suited more for the city with low profile tires and tinted windows. He took care not to kick up rocks as he eased his ride to a stop in the gravel drive. He sat there for a moment as the dust settled. Reminded himself this was work. To be polite. Charm the mom. Take what was offered and be gracious. Shower the kid with compliments. Actually listen to his pointers and try to emulate. This was the way to Helen’s affections. Nothing worthwhile was easy. Eyes on the prize. Blah, blah, blah. He took a gander of himself in the rearview mirror. Checked his nose for boogers.
“Just do it.” He said to that handsome young man in the
