Community ServiceChapter 7
By the middle of summer, the gazebo is finally finished. Dad manages to drop by at least once a week to appraise my work. He seems satisfied and I consider that high praise. The day it's finished, Rose Ann walks out to admire it as I finish brushing on the stain. She absolutely loves it and I, of course, am obscenely proud of my work. I'm very, very careful to never touch her inappropriately and she finds ways of showing her appreciation. At least once a week, she manages an occasion for...