and food on the table. “We ate ketchup spaghetti and lots of potatoes, and considered it a treat if she managed to buy any kind of meat.”
“Didn’t she qualify for some sort of assistance?” Janis asked.
“I’m sure she did, but she didn’t believe in the government taking care of us. She said as long as she was able-bodied and could work, we’d get by,” he said.
“What kind of work did she do?”
“She cleaned houses. She said it was the best job for her because she could manage her hours so she was always there for me when I got out of school.” Sawyer’s voice was filled with his love for the woman who had given him birth.
“And what kind of a kid were you? Were you good and dutiful or were you ornery?”
“Maybe a little bit of both,” he admitted with a laugh. “I definitely had my share of ornery.”
She smiled at him. It was so easy to envision him as a red-haired little boy with a naughty grin on his face and mischief in his eyes.
She was sorry when their coffee was gone and the night had reached its logical conclusion. It was time for him to take her home.
The night air felt almost balmy compared to what it had been. “Oh, I hope this means spring has really arrived,” she said once she was in the passenger seat.
“All the men at the ranch can’t wait for nicer days. We’ve all been cooped up together for too long during the winter.”
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