We did actually go for a walk along the riverbank in the afternoon but most Saturday's I have cooking or housework to do. He does help though and does... much of the garden. Evenings are the same on most weekdays. We read or watch TV or he plays with me. I suppose we're in a bit of a rut but it suits me at the moment. I'm able to put money away so I could leave if I wanted to in a few months time. Actually, I quite like it here although I've never admitted it to him. Work is going a lot better. She was happier that he was there than she wanted to say, he decided. He smiled. “Tessa, this is a date.” he said slowly, calmly, it was not a question, and it was not even hinting at a question, it was proclamation. Tessa’s eyes seemed to snap up to his and he just smiled at her, watching the blank expression and her wide eyes take him and his words in. Tessa didn’t have to be out in the real world to know what a date was, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t been on one before. She wondered why he. I had never eaten watermelon or cantaloupe before – and now, watermelons and cantaloupes were my two favorites of all the crops we grow.As the watermelon harvest slowed to a crawl, we returned to the pea and bean patches to pick the second crop. This was it, the final days of harvest were just ahead of us.We started four of the five tractors pulling breaking plows in the cucumber fields, then the bean and pea patches, and we eventually started in the cantaloupe and finally in the watermelon. "It's okay. You're really funny." Thanks," I said smiling. "What can I do for you?" Can I ask you a question?" Shoot." It's about boys."I shrugged and said, "That's what this class is about." Why don't boys like me?" she asked.I smiled thinking it was a joke, but she seemed serious so I dropped the expression."Why do you think that?" I replied."I'm never asked out or anything."I struggled to believe that was true. I thought I'd seen her flirting with different boys. Was I mistaken? Had I.