remodel: chapter II; shorty...

i heard dale's, 

big, old, red truck

as he pulled it into our driveway.

i was excited to get our

lane remodel started!

when john and i first met

with dale to discuss our plans,

dale indicated he would be

working alone.

however,

as i sat at my dining room

table sewing that first morning,

i heard dale talking to someone

as he made his way up to 

our house.

i walked out onto the front porch

and greeted them.

me: good morning!

dale: mornin'!

me: how are y'all?

dale: awe, we're good.

me: (looking past dale) who've 
you got with you?

dale: awe, this is...

shorty: shorty, they call me shorty.

(shorty talked so fast i only caught

part of what he said.)

me: your name is shorty?

shorty: well, everybody calls me shorty,

but i don't like it much.

(he laughed.)

me: what's your real name then?

shorty: it's terry.

dale: (under his breath) it's shorty;

just call him shorty.

i offered terry my hand 

to shake.

he reciprocated.

me: it's nice to meet you,

terry:)

shorty: uh, you can call me shorty.

me: okay, it's nice to meet you,

shorty.

(i giggled.)

~@~

there,

on my front porch...

 stood a skinny burt reynolds 
and a straight michael jeter.

think 

evening shade:

dale standing no less than 6"

weighing no more than 150 lbs.

and

shorty standing no more than 4"10'

weighing no more than 105 lbs...

"tall and lanky"

and

"shorty"

would quickly become 
my new best friends

for the summer;)

love and God's blessings,

dani xxx