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The Home - 11. Chapter 11
The day before the boys were due back, Uncle Angelo and Luis brought over half a calf and half a pig. Pa had some salt but not enough. Uncle Angelo checked what I had, “I’ll send over some more next week. If you run out, let me know.”
I started to clean the carcasses, getting them ready for salting. I was going to cut out the ham and ribs, decided against it since all I had was just half of a pig.
When the boys came back, they had chickens, well, peeps. They also had some smoked meat and eggs. Bringing the food into the kitchen, “A donation from our parents.”
“Did you tell your parents about living here?”
“Yes, Dad said to give you these.”
“That looks like corn.”
“Yes, it’s called horse corn; it’s tough to chew but dried out and roughed mill, it’s good for chickens.”
“So we need to plant this and then get a corn mill?”
“Yes, next spring, we’ll plant this. We’ll look for a mill and let you know when we find one. Are you still interested in getting the Olds and Chevy running?”
“Yes, I talked with Charlie, and he said as soon as he had a break, he would come out. Why?”
“He said he could come in early November to work on the cars. He’d need a place to stay.”
I smiled, “That’s good news. And as a place to stay, you do know that that sofa is a sofa bed. So he can stay with you.”
They didn’t seem to like that idea. “What’s the problem?”
“Charlie doesn’t know about us.”
“I was under the impression you were going to tell your parents of your relationship.”
“Well, we were, only when we were ready; Dad started ranting about one of our friends being a deviate. We knew he was like us, so with Dad ranting, we kept quiet.”
“Okay, I’ll send your dad a note thanking him for the corn. Do I include the peeps as well?”
“No, just the corn, our parents don’t know we took the peeps.”
I just looked at them. They knew I wasn’t happy about them doing that.
It was Tom who noticed I wasn’t smiling anymore. “It isn’t like we robbed them. Those chickens always have peeps. We only took six from my farm and six from Brad’s farm.”
There wasn’t much I could do. The peeps were here, and there was no way I could return them. “I don’t like what you did. I would’ve paid your parents for the peeps. You can redeem yourselves if you go to town and buy feed and water troughs. I think you also need to buy whatever you feed peeps. I want to see the bills.”
The boys agreed, “Take the peeps and put them in the barn.”
I didn’t remember Nonna or Pa having chickens. I wonder why they didn’t. I’ll ask Mom; she’ll know.
Short chapter but IU'll try and make up for it. The chickens have arrived
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