Chapter 11

Sunday was a gust of air as the Monday morning's baby sun glistened through her curtains and faint outrage-donned voices pierced through her ears. As unusual as it was, Gianna slipped into her room slippers and headed straight to the origin.

"That is a whole fucking lot down the drain because of your carelessness."

Her father's voice was decipherable the closer she got to the living room. His back and her mother's faced her while the two men she would recognize on close inspection had their heads hung low. She saw her mother soothingly rubbing her father's back as the veins on his neck popped from yelling.

"Whatever kind of pesticide did you purchase? Do I always have to do things on my own? If so then what am I paying you for?"

"Mr. Donovan," the elder of the two men shakily muttered, his mid-bald head exposed from the old burgundy cowboy hat that reverently rested on his dirty khaki jean-dressed thighs. "We've worked for you for as long as I can rem