Chapter 14: A Second Dip—George
The evening sun streamed in through the glass. George was hot and sweaty and he smelled of tomatoes…that particular smell of late summer that he could never get out of his clothes at this time of year.
“Are you in here?” Peter called from the open doorway. There was no breeze at all to break the stifling heat despite all the vents and doors to the big greenhouse being open. It was humid as hell.
“Yes, near the bottom of the row, halfway over!” George called back, bending to ruffle Polly’s ears as she found him before Peter did. The eight-foot high tomato vines obscured his view completely. He heard Peter making his way across, his feet going shh-shh-shh through the straw at the edges of the paths.
“I thought you were going to leave it ‘til the morning wi
