I walked over to where she stood. “Who are your helpers?” she said.
I gave her the short version of how we’d met and hired the boys, ending with Captain Bridges and his wife bringing them to Jacksonville so they could go to the beach.
“They are really deserving,” I said, “and they are the hardest workers I’ve ever seen.”
“That they are,” she said. “Think I could hire them to mow my yard?”
“Certainly. Let me get their attention.”
I walked over to where the boys were working. Damn, I thought, there has to be a way to tell them apart. I got their attention by holding up the Coke cans. I handed them the cans, led them to the fence, and introduced them to Mrs. Tumblin. She quickly struck a deal with them to have her yard taken care of first thing in the morning. They went back to work, and I stood by the fence and talked to Mrs. T for a few minutes.
“I wish my grandson was that energetic.”