the tangled vines page 1 by ric Gustafson
Mitchell Vine took the slice of wheat toast from the small white toaster. He put some butter and apple jelly on it. He put it on a plate and then sat down in a chair at a small island.
" Mitchell" Louise Vine exclaimed as she stared out the large kitchen window. " It's almost Thanksgiving". She poured a cup of coffee and put it next to his plate. " You need to prune that tangled bush before winter comes".
" I know".
She stared at her husband. " You can't put it off any longer".
" I am so busy with work right now". He glanced at his watch. " I just don't have the time".
" Then call someone who prunes bushes to come and do it". She looked out the window at the bush again. " It needs to be done".
" Ok".
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Peace and God's blessings. Happy Holidays. Love Ric
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