Plane
“Whatcha doin?” Dawn twirled a wood shaving between her fingers.
“Planing.” He held up the tool. “This is a plane, it shaves little thin strips off the wood. Want to try?”
“No, I’ll just watch, okay?”
“Sure thing, Dawnie.”
She liked the way his shoulders moved, and the steady rhythm of his arms as he worked. He always answered her questions, never told her she was being a pest. Maybe someday he would notice she wasn’t a kid any more.
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As he boards up another window, Dawn remembers. She never was that kid, but she still likes watching him work.
“Planing.” He held up the tool. “This is a plane, it shaves little thin strips off the wood. Want to try?”
“No, I’ll just watch, okay?”
“Sure thing, Dawnie.”
She liked the way his shoulders moved, and the steady rhythm of his arms as he worked. He always answered her questions, never told her she was being a pest. Maybe someday he would notice she wasn’t a kid any more.
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As he boards up another window, Dawn remembers. She never was that kid, but she still likes watching him work.