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raised her eyebrows that she felt I had taken too long.
She didn’t say anything about it but set me to raking the
old leaves out of the strawberries while she read her
letter. When she had finished, she plugged in the
electric cord and connected it to the fence charger. She
then put on a thick leather glove, found a long piece of
grass, spat on it, and then touched it to the fence. It
crackled like a Fourth of July sparkler.

I was hoping for an easier afternoon, but
Grandma had other ideas. She gave me some more
money and a list for another trip to the five-and-dime
store. She spoke as she wrote it. “I want two cans of
the brightest red paint—not that fancy kind that washes
off easily, but the cheap kind made with oil that sticks
to your skin like tar. Come to think of it, get me two
cans of tar as well—the thinnest, runniest kind
possible.”

Sam looked at me suspiciously as I placed
Grandma’s list on his counter, but he knew Grandma.

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