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“I’ve got a miniature donkey, some hens, a couple of rabbits, a baby goat—” “Let’s go.” He had me at baby goat.
I liked hustle. I respected anyone with a good work ethic.
He had a vase of dried lilacs on the end table. It was a little funny to think of this giant man picking flowers, but I could somehow imagine it anyway.
There was a wood carving that I recognized as one of Daniel’s hanging over the fireplace. Probably an earlier piece by the look of it. Maybe a gift? Or maybe Doug was supporting his friend. Either way I liked that he had it. It meant he was a good enough friend to buy it, or a good enough friend to be gifted it. No matter which scenario, he was a good enough friend to hang it, even though it wasn’t as polished as Daniel’s work was now. Doug was proud of this.
Do you always ask such invasive questions?” “Do you always answer them?” “I do if I’m not ashamed of the answers,”
“So what’s your life like here?” I asked, in between bites. “You just wake up at the crack of dawn and do farmer things?” “Pretty much.”
“Are you going to play the guitar for me or not?” “You are so bossy.” “Do you want me to leave?” “Not even a little.” He grinned.