He tilted his head and frowned at the loaf. “Didn’t Harper’s mom give that to us?”
“She did, but she’ll probably be by next week with something else.”
“Are you allowed to give away presents like that?”
“Sure,” I said. “It’s called re-gifting.”
We walked next door and found Allie in the side yard by the shed, engaged in a serious battle of wills with a rather decrepit-looking lawn mower. She had on a pair of cut-offs and a black tank top, and her dark brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, little wisps plastered to her sweaty forehead. She didn’t see us approach, and she gave the lawn mower a little kick.
“Fucker,” she said.
Declan’s eyes widened, and he clapped his hand over his mouth. His movement must have caught Allie’s eye because she looked up, a horrified expression crossing her face when she saw that it was us.
“Oh my God,” she said. “I didn’t realize that you guys were there. I totally didn’t just say that.”
“Say what?” I asked, even though it was clear that we had both heard her.
“Dad tells me to say mothertrucker,” Declan said.
I nudged him. “Hey now. We’ve actually both been working on not using language that we shouldn’t, right?” I nodded toward the lawn mower. “You need any help with that?”
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She gave me a sheepish look. “Well... I had these grand visions of getting up and mowing the lawn and then maybe pruning some of those bushes, but... I seem to have run into a bit of a road block.”
“Mind if I take a look?”
“Go ahead,” she said, brushing the wisps of hair back from her forehead.
“Oh, we brought you this,” I said, handing her the orange poppy seed bread. “It’s a belated housewarming gift.”
Declan looked up at me as Allie took it. “I thought you said it was a re-gift.”
I ignored him and went over to the lawn mower, though I could see that Allie was trying to hide her smile. “It’s got fuel in it?” I asked.
“I do know enough to do that,” she said.
I looked down at the front of the lawn mower. “It’s probably the spark plug,” I said. I disconnected the spark plug wire and examined it. “The wire hood looks okay. Let me just run back to the house and get a wrench. Come on, Declan.”
“He can hang out here with me,” Allie said. “If he wants. It’s the least I can do if you’re going to be able to get this lawn mower started for me.”
“I wanna stay with Miss Allie!” Declan said.
“Should we go have a slice of this bread?” she asked.
“Okay.” He grinned. “Harper’s mom said it was orange poppy seed bread when she dropped it off.”
I went back over to my house and into the garage and found my spark plug wrench. I was willing to bet it was old and she’d probably need to replace it, but maybe I could get it started by adjusting the gap.
I found myself actually hoping that it would need to be replaced, because then maybe we could all take a trip into town to go to the hardware store, but after I closed the gap a little and reconnected it, it started just fine.
“My hero,” Allie said, a dry note in her voice. She smiled. “Thank you. I really mean that.”
“If you need help with anything else, just ask,” I said. “You know where we live.”
Most Sundays, my parents made the drive west for a visit and to take Declan out for the afternoon. Sometimes I’d go with them, but more often than not, I’d either hang out with Ben or have some time alone, which I had never realized was such a commodity until I became a father.
Declan sat on the front steps, eagerly waiting my parents’ arrival. When their sleek black Range Rover pulled in, he let out a joyous yelp, but waited until the car came to a complete stop before he went caterwauling over to them.