Real Deal
by Deanna Morris
George was
watering his lawn. The yard was a deep green,
no weeds. The water fell from the hose in bulbous
drops, then a fine spray as George adjusted the
nozzle. He patiently walked the yard with the
hose, preferring this method to a sprinkler. He
was quite particular.
His neighbor
Sam walked up to say hello. “Yard looks
great, George. Is that sod or grass?” he
asked.
“It is
grass, the real thing,” George answered.
“I don’t
know. It looks like sod to me. You can tell me.”
“There’s
nothing to tell. This is grass,” George
insisted.
“Are you
sure? It looks so perfect,” Sam said.
“My lawn
is real. It is grass. Grass, I tell you. Grass.
Got it?”
“Really,
your lawn looks better than anyone’s around
here. What’s your secret?”
“There’s
no secret, Sam. Look, it is grass. Now drop
it.”
“Fine,
you don’t have to get so upset,” Sam
said.
“It is
the real thing, I tell you,” George said.“
“O.K., O.K.,
George. Sorry. See you tonight at poker.”
George watched
Sam walk down the street and out of sight. George
bent over to roll up the hose and George’s
toupee fell onto the dark, wet sod.
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