Stupid, really, to go out and mow the lawn in the middle of the hottest part of the day, but Jack is restless and smarting and stifled in the kitchen, so he puts his empty, rinsed plate on the counter and turns around to put a hand--big and rough-worn--gentle on his momma's shoulder, bends down to give her worn cheek a kiss.
"Thanks for lunch, Momma."
When he straightens, he looks right at his father, trying to ignore the brown stain by the corner of John's mouth.
"Might go out 'n check on the stock after. Like you said, plenty a work to do. Figure I'll be back for dinner." The last is said more to his mother, while his hand leaves her shoulder and he turns to the door, takes his beat-up hat from off the nail on the wall and settles it on his head. Gotta go, gotta work, gotta get out of here, gotta find some air to breathe because hell if he can get any in this place.
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Date: 2006-05-06 07:32 pm (UTC)Stupid, really, to go out and mow the lawn in the middle of the hottest part of the day, but Jack is restless and smarting and stifled in the kitchen, so he puts his empty, rinsed plate on the counter and turns around to put a hand--big and rough-worn--gentle on his momma's shoulder, bends down to give her worn cheek a kiss.
"Thanks for lunch, Momma."
When he straightens, he looks right at his father, trying to ignore the brown stain by the corner of John's mouth.
"Might go out 'n check on the stock after. Like you said, plenty a work to do. Figure I'll be back for dinner." The last is said more to his mother, while his hand leaves her shoulder and he turns to the door, takes his beat-up hat from off the nail on the wall and settles it on his head. Gotta go, gotta work, gotta get out of here, gotta find some air to breathe because hell if he can get any in this place.