“And clean up your yard.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“It’s got everything to do with everything.”
“Why?”
“If you don’t know, I can’t tell you.” Here he stood up, and I saw his daughter at the curb in her Lincoln. One leg wouldn’t straighten all the way out, and I could see the pain in his face. I grabbed his arm, and he smiled a mean little smile and leaned in to me for a second and said, “Bruton, everything worth doing hurts like hell.” He toddled off and left me with his sour breath on my face and a thought forming in my head like a rain cloud.
From Welding with Children by Tim Gautreaux
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“It’s got everything to do with everything.”
“Why?”
“If you don’t know, I can’t tell you.” Here he stood up, and I saw his daughter at the curb in her Lincoln. One leg wouldn’t straighten all the way out, and I could see the pain in his face. I grabbed his arm, and he smiled a mean little smile and leaned in to me for a second and said, “Bruton, everything worth doing hurts like hell.” He toddled off and left me with his sour breath on my face and a thought forming in my head like a rain cloud.
From Welding with Children by Tim Gautreaux
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