Sometimes Crime Does PayChapter 2 Serving My Time
Saturday morning I showed up fifteen minutes early. If Mrs. Martin was giving me a break, I wanted to take full advantage of it. I would have replaced the roof on her house if she had asked. Instead, she led me to the garage and pointed me to the lawn mower. It was just a push mower; power mowers were still rare in those days, so it took me an hour or so to cut the grass. She then asked me to trim some shrubbery in the back yard. By the time I finished it was almost eleven. When I finished,...