A Summer Job
Summer
Already awake in anticipation, Jake heard his mom quietly call his name from the doorway. “OK,” he answered in a voice still gravelly from sleep. Feet on the floor, Jake stretched his lanky 14 year old frame, flipped the light switch to illuminate the 4 a.m. darkness and pulled on a pair of jeans.
Within short order he had donned socks, shoes, a long sleeved shirt, and tied a bandanna around his neck. On his way out the door he grabbed a pair of work gloves and a wide brimmed hat.









