But year after year, the same graceful pattern appeared every Saturday morning.
One sunny weekend, while trimming my hedges, curiosity finally got the better of me.
As he paused to wipe the sweat from his forehead, I walked over.
« I have to ask you something. »
He smiled.
« I’ve been wondering when someone finally would. »
I pointed toward the lawn.
« Why don’t you mow in straight lines like everyone else? »
He looked toward his porch before answering.
« My wife likes watching me from there. »
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