pdf - dance with me harry - Sahits

with muscles from years of being on the rowing team.
But Sara thought Harry might be an interesting boy to get to know. Not romantically, obviously.
He's much too young, she thought. But he had potential.
Suddenly, she got an inspiration. He's involved in a three-sided romance, she thought. And he
probably has no idea of how to handle it. Well, she thought, with a new determination. 'I shall be
the one to show him the way to a woman's heart,' she thought triumphantly. Thus, without realizing
it, Harry had gained a muse.
* * *
Harry struggled at first trying to figure out how to work the electronic weed cutter Sara had showed
him. He finally figured out how to feed out the nylon line so it cut the weeds and he managed to
enjoy the ease in which he could edge the lawn. He thought about doing it using garden shears to
edge old Mrs. Beaupres' lawn and rolled his eyes. He could barely sleep that night for the fatigue.
When he was done, Mrs. Beaupres thanked him profusely, saying her lawn had never looked so
nice. But Harry didn't know if he wanted to do that good a job for her next time. He chuckled to
himself as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Oh, well, the back yard done, the front yard to come.
He turned to collect his tools to bring them to the front yard, but he saw Sara on the terrace deck,
waving to him. "Harry. All done back here?"
He nodded. "I'll be done with the front in an hour, maybe less," he called to her across the yard.
"Never mind that for now. Come on up and rest a while. I have some iced tea," she called.
He nodded. He liked how so many of his neighbors were nice to him. Several had given him lunch,
or something cool to drink. And today was especially hot and humid, and an iced tea would do him
just fine. He gratefully mounted the stairs up to the deck.
He gave Sara a shy smile as he sat down. He was used to sitting down with the man or lady of the
house to chat idly over a lemonade or a sandwich. But he wasn't used to sitting down with such a
pretty girl who was nearly his own age. Well, he thought, a couple minutes rest would do him well
and he would just mind his manners.
Sara had brought a pitcher of iced tea and two glasses out. She filled the two glasses and sat down
languidly. "So, Harry," she said with an interested look. "I hear you go away to school."
Harry took his glass and sipped it, not meeting her look. He nodded noncommittally, worried that
she would press him for details the way Rev. Strowbridge had.
She looked at him with curiosity. "Do girls go there, too? Or is it an all boys school?"
Harry smiled. "Oh, yes. There's about as many girls as boys there."
Sara nodded. "So...you have a girlfriend? This bookworm of yours?"
Harry suddenly blushed. Even though he already was pink from the sun and his exertions, Sara
noticed his embarrassment and smiled to herself. "Oh, don't worry if she hasn't come around yet.
You're a nice looking young boy. I'm sure there's a lot of girls who would want to go out with you."
Harry shifted uncomfortably.
"Have you gone out on a date?" she asked.
Harry was still uncomfortable. "Yeah...I took a girl to the Yule Ball this year..." he said tentatively.
Sara arched her eyes and continued smiling. "Tell me about her."
Harry shrugged. "Her name is Parvati. She's from India, but I think her family's been in England
since...since...oh, maybe a hundred years or so."
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