by Jeff Vrolyks
Chapter Ten
It was mid-afternoon when Timothy concluded Eddie’s orientation of the farm. Eddie said he’d begin working on the olives right away, but Timothy assured him it wouldn’t be necessary, that tomorrow morning would be a fine time to begin. He then produced a set of keys from his pocket and handed them over.
“You said you wanted to do some shopping,” Timothy said. “If you’d like I can go with you, show you where the market is, and there’s a Walmart a couple miles down the road.”
“Thanks, but I don’t mind going alone.”
Timothy nodded. “You did well today; you’re a fast learner. I can’t believe it was your first time driving a front-loader.”
“Any plans for this evening?” Eddie asked.
“None. Why?”
“Just wondering. Are there any rules against me bringing company over?”
“Company?”
“Yeah, if I make friends can they come over?”
“I… I suppose. Sure. Do you plan on picking up some friends at the market this afternoon?” Timothy said jocularly.
“I just may,” Eddie said with a twitch of his brow. “One can’t have too many friends. You’re a great one; don’t think I don’t appreciate you as a friend and my saving grace in getting me this job. I want to help you out, Timothy. Get you out of your shell. Introduce you to people I meet.”
“I don’t do too well with strangers,” Timothy admitted and looked away. “But I’ll do whatever you want. I trust your judgment.” He returned his admiring gaze to Eddie. “And if you run into Mae, feel free to invite her over to supper.” He laughed, as did Eddie.
