The Water Bearer

“Dr. Wilson, sir,” said Jim, holding out his hand. “A pleasure to meet you.”

Wilson took Jim’s calloused hand in his own smooth, elegant hand, shook it lightly. “Yes, Mr. Krieger told me about you. You’ve certainly done a splendid job with the lawn.”

The doctor left him to his work, walked slowly around the house and into the woods, where he vanished in the mid-afternoon shade.

Jim did not see him again for a week.


When he did, Dr. Wilson nearly ran him down.

Jim was preparing to trim the lawn, when Wilson bounded around the corner and into him.

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