Tordan by Jennifer Julie Miller EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Jennifer Julie Miller
- Language: English
- Genre: Genetic Engineering Science Fiction
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I swear, it’s hotter than the depths of Hell today. I stop long enough to take
the rag out of my back pocket so that I can wipe the sweat running down
my forehead. I have only been out here a few hours, but the heat is bothering
me more than usual. My clothes are nasty and soaked through, everything I
have on is clinging to my skin so tightly that I feel like I’m suffocating. I
shove my hand down the back of my jeans shoving my panties back down
trying to get them unstuck from places they shouldn’t be and think to myself,
Damn this sucks.
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What I wouldn’t do for a nice breeze about now. Lord knows I’m craving a
shower and a cold glass of iced tea, but the sad part is, …any relief, from this
heat, is still hours away. I stretch my arms out, shaking my hands as every
joint in my body throbs from the strain of swinging this sickle. When I was
younger, I didn’t notice the long days like I do now, age sucks.
When Dad finally yells for everyone to take a break, I sigh wearily,
especially when I look around at what’s still left to do. This field is going to
take us at least another three more days to finish at this rate, but there is a
light at the end of the tunnel… Thank God…,this is the last one we have to
finish this year.
It has taken ten of us, mostly friends and neighbors who volunteered to help,
working nonstop for the last couple of weeks to cut and hang the tobacco. I
don’t know what we would have done if they hadn’t shown up. There was no
way dad, and I could have gotten the fields done alone before they started
rotting.
Hopefully, this year’s harvest will rate high enough that we can pay off the
bank loan and Dad can breathe a little. But I have told myself that for the last
three years it seems. No matter what we do we seem to fall short on the
money needed to keep us afloat. Now with momma sick. I know my dreams
of going to art school will never happen. Dad needs me here helping with the
farm more now than ever.
Overwhelmed, I look around at the things that need updating and fixed. Some
nights, I sit up late pondering the never-ending list of things we need to do
and wonder how Dad still manages to smile with such a heavy load on his
shoulders. A lone tear flows down my cheek because no matter how or what I
do to help, dad needs more than me. I brush the tears away before Dad sees
them and hop up on the wagon. The poor tractor seems as tired as the rest of
us as it grumbles when he starts it up.
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