Rollins deep in conversation. Pop’s hands were hooked in his suspenders while Mr. Rollins’s pressed suit looked to have come fresh from a tailor. The sharp pointed collar poked Mr. Rollins double chin as he talked, and his black dress shoes shone in the summer sun. I’d heard no more from Grace. I’d given her no chance to speak to me so far off on the property working. I’d hoped to give her some time without seeing me so she could recover from whatever feelings she thought she had for me. It’d worked out well so far. “Here he is now.” A smile broadened on Pop’s face. “Mr. Rollins has a proposition for you. If you dig all the holes for the rose maze, he’ll drop the rest of your debt.” I’d incurred more debt with books, clothes, and shoes for school. Here and there other things had come my way that I hadn’t exactly asked for. They’d been gifts from Grace. I nodded and looked at the paper.
