Nan wanted a bough or two cut off the big silver maple in our backyard. So I hired a crew. Then she was hot to put in her garden and didn’t like having to wait.
“It’s too early to plant, anyway,” I said.
When the crew got here, she was hot for the climber. “You should see the hunk trimming my tree,” she told her sister on the phone.
“Why don’t you go lick the sweat off his pecs?” I said. “You know you want to.”
“Hey, it wouldn’t kill you to work out, Bobby.”
Well. She had me there.
I wrote this story for the 100 Word Challenge #344 at Velvet Verbosity.