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Mulchby Ann Ripley
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Louise closed the book review section and looked above her half-glasses at her husband. He was a pleasant sight, thin face and lined brow relaxed, handsome in his white dress shirt and Sunday dress sweater. The family had been to church, had breakfast, and since then had burrowed into the Sunday papers with a delicious disregard for time. He looked up from the sports section as if she had sent him a telepathic signal. He grinned and looked at his watch. "I can always tell when my time is up. You want us to help now in the yard, don't you?"
Still in her blue church-going dress, she gave her husband a conciliatory smile. Despite his protestation, he liked yard work. She said, "You're right. But it won't take us long, dear. And then, if Janie has her homework under control, we can go to the movies."
Janie, sprawled on the floor, reading the funnies, said morosely, "I wonder what other kids are doing this afternoon. Going to the Smithsonian maybe, or a concert, or just being left alone to do their homework in peace. . . ."
Bill got up and, passing Janie, reached down and unceremoniously tousled her blond hair. "Grumble, grumble. Other kids are probably just like you: at home and buggin' their parents. C'mon, Janie, time to suit up for our big leaf-spreading project. Get on your most disreputable clothes."
Janie changed to her new jeans jacket and tan pants, Bill to his tattered chinos and lumberjack shirt, and Louise to her usual yard uniform, Japanese garden pants, boots, and heavy wool sweater. They went out into the crisp, sunny November day and surveyed the backyard.
"Oh boy," said Janie, "this place has turned into a graveyard for old leaves. I'm glad we're getting rid of them. The neighbors will begin to talk. What other mother on earth would swipe other people's leaves?" The big tan bags stood against each other at angles, like a platoon of slightly drunken soldiers.
Louise was all business now. "Here's what we need to do: There are about twenty-six bags here. Bill, can you take six bags--be sure they're oak leaves--to the front yard? They'll be just enough to mulch the rhododendrons and azaleas. Do that first, will you, darling?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Bill, bowing a little. "Whatever you say."
"Good. Then Janie and I will start dragging the rest to the back corner, where we will dump them. Except, Bill, will you also take two bags with oak leaves and put them near the addition, because we need to mulch the little hollies I planted along the west edge."
"Your wish is my command, ma'am," he said. He walked off, dragging a bag of leaves in either hand as if he had the Katzenjammer Kids by the scruffs of their necks.
Janie put her hands on her hips and looked at her retreating father. "Ma, why does he always tease you about gardening? What is it, anyway? Why doesn't he just do it? He's
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