“Hey,” he says to me, and then to Granny, “Hello, Mrs. Chandler.” “The signs say it’s time to plant,” Granny says. She hardly ever says hello back to people. She just starts talking about whatever’s on her mind. “Does your family plant any special vegetables that come from your country?” “Not really,” Adam says. “But Mom does grow cabbage for kimchee. It smells awful when she makes it.” “She orta come over here and make it the same day I put up my kraut,” Granny says. “We’d stink up the whole county!” Adam grins, then turns to me. “I was wondering if you might want to go for a ride with me once you’ve finished helping your granny.” “She’s helped me plenty,” Granny says. “She can go.” I wash my hands with the hose and get my bike from the barn. As soon as we ride off where Granny can’t hear us, Adam says, “So is that bike, like, a hundred years old?” Adam’s bike is shiny and new, the racing kind where you ride around with your butt up in the air.
