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this time I found her at home. She

said I was the first to call and could

have the job if I wanted it. I gladly

accepted, and we set up for me to

meet her on Saturday at the hay barn.

I arrived at the barn early. When

the appointed time arrived and

passed, I became concerned that I

was at the wrong place. I rechecked

the address, and I was sure I was at

the right place. Almost an hour went

by when, finally, a big tan pickup

pulled up.

A lady stepped out and

approached me. She carried herself

with great confidence. She reached

out her hand and took mine. “Are

you Tom Johnson?”

I nodded.

“Sorry I am so late,” she said.

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