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from Frienemies by Aleta Kay

Copyright © 2017–2020 Aleta Kay Dye

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Ellen and Nana wore wide-brimmed straw hats as they spent the morning sweltering in the summer sun. Although it was only nine-thirty, the temperature had already reached the eighties mark, they guessed.

Nana sat back on her heels, drew her right arm across her forehead, then wiped the sweat on her apron. “Lord,” she said aloud, “I’d sure ‘preciate some rain and about a seven degree drop in the temperature. You know how you like sevens in the Bible, Lord, so I’m askin’ for seven degrees cooler, if’n ya don’t mind.”

Ellen stood up and laughed. “Nana, let’s me and you go inside and find some lemonade. I believe we can persuade Melanie and Sarah Beth to carry the container up from the root cellar. It won’t be cold, but it won’t be as hot as tea or coffee, and it will certainly be cooler than this sun.”

She walked over to Nana while she had been speaking, reached out her hand and helped the older woman to her feet.

Nana took the proffered hand, stood, and dusted herself off. “Sounds good to me.” She mopped her brow again.

Just as they stepped inside the door Jason came riding up, waving his arm and yelling. “Mom, get the bandages and something to heat water in. Dad’s hurt. I’ve already been to the doc. He’s on his way.”

“Hitch the horse to the wagon, Jason. I’ll be o...






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