Chapter 2
Corn Fields
"Thank you," Polly found herself saying. They stopped dancing.
"These," he pointed at the pie he still carried around with him on a plate. "are the best apple pies I've ever eaten.
"Thank you," Polly said again. Now she was feeling nervous.
John smiled. "Polly always makes really good pies." He stepped back away from Polly so the three of them could talk easier. "Any type of pie she makes is always fantastic!" He made a noise and put his fingers to his lips. "But don't tell her I said that," he laughed.
Joe smiled and took the last bite from the plate. "I've also been told that you," and he pointed at John, "are the person to talk to when it comes to raising corn."
Now John smiled even bigger if that were at all possible. Polly stepped back and kinda walked away. She'd heard enough about corn and wasn't interested in hearing even more information about raising corn. What was there to know really? You cleared the field. You made rows. You put the seeds in the rows and covered them up and after that you just waited. It grew itself. Big deal.
She rolled her eyes when she saw them starting to chat. She moved away towards the drinks area and found herself a large cup of apple cider. That was her favorite drink when it was possible to have. She drank half of the big glass which she'd filled full and sat down. It was going to be a long evening...
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"And so it was, she'd been told by neighbors, that her John had hired the Indian, Joe to help him work the fields and get even more corn in for the raising throughout the summer months so he'd have even a greater amount of money to spend on their wedding this coming fall.
