Chapter 249: Missed a Few Spots

Stella

I leave my car parked in the driveway, since my brother's truck takes up all the extra space in his garage, and admire the hard work I finished on his yard. Earlier in the week I mowed, and even though I missed a few spots, it looks great. It's only been four days, but it rained in Pelican Bay and from the looks of it the grass needs another clipping. My brother must be using fertilizer or something because none of the other neighbors mow half as often as I do. It wouldn't surprise me since in high school he'd been an avid member of the FFA and considered going to an agricultural College in Michigan, but at the last minute joined the military and served his country.

More than likely he spent his nights lying in the grass talking sweetly to it, trying for a better green color. I wouldn't put anything past Dalton. His mower was a push model since yards in Pelican Bay weren't large. You'd think it would make it easier to mow, but it didn't. I crouch and run my hand over the gra