A chapter from a book I have been thinking about for a long time: don't know the date I wrote this; was when I was living in South Florida. The concept at the time was this guy took off a month a rented a "cabin" in the NC mountains.

I stepped on up the porch which covered the whole front of the house. There was an old swing at one end attached to the roof with heavy chains bolted into the roof of the porch. Along side of the swing sat large coffee cans spilling over with petunia's.

We walked on in through the front screen door and I immediately smelt burnt wood and oil of some kind and stale cigerette smoke. Every window that I could see was open and it was actually kind of cool inside the living room.

The girl holleres out," Ma, gotta a stranger in the house! The girl's mother was standing at a counter next to the sink peeling some really big, juicy tomatoes. I could smell those tomatoes and I was very hungry, being that I hadn't eaten in so far that day.

The woman looked up at me, and I stuck my hand hand out to shake hers out of habit and said my name is Richard, people call me Rich. I slowly moved my hand to my beard and scratched.
I said, Nice to meet you, Mame. Those are good looking tomatoes.
She said, "You hungry boy?"

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