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rolling his eyes at me, no doubt wondering what use a city chick could possibly be on a farm.
    “And over there loading the trailer is Robert.” Pop interrupted, pointing in the direction of his third employee before turning to talk to Jed, leaving it to me to make conversation. I glanced for the first time at the third man and found myself staring.
    He was completely different from the other two, to start with he had to be no more than twenty.
    The first thing that caught me was his eyes, such a deep brown as to seem almost bottomless. His face was smooth and bronzed from the sun, his mouth full and curved, nearly too large for his face but somehow still fitting. His blonde hair swept back from his forehead in a way that foretold of a morning spent pushing it from his eyes in the heat.
    He was tall, a little over six feet I guessed, his shirt and jeans although dirty from a morning outside complimented what looked to be a very athletic figure.
    “Hey,” I said simply, finally gathering sense enough to speak and again sounding far too shy. I gave him a smile unable to tear my eyes from those dark pools of amber.
    Robert looked up briefly, his eyes seemed to widen slightly, his whole posture freezing momentarily as he met my gaze. But this wide eyed look changed again almost instantly, replaced by total indifference.
    “Hi.” he replied brusquely before turning his back and showing an exaggerated interest in the tools on the bench before him.
    I stood stupidly for a moment, shocked at how rude he was being.
    Grandpop seemed oblivious to this snub, he was still chatting animatedly with Jed, waving his hands about feed levels or something of the like. I felt my cheeks start to burn, I was still facing Robert who was acting as though I wasn’t there.
    I stood, stunned, for a moment longer and then turned on my heel and strode back towards the house, leaving Grandpop to talk farming and Robert to go to hell.

3.
    F rom the porch I could see Nan in her vegetable garden. I called a quick greeting and carried on into the dim hallway, rushing down it without looking at the walls, towards the kitchen. I was just about to grab some milk from the fridge when the phone rang.
    It felt a little strange answering it, this didn’t yet feel like home, but there was no one else inside and so I picked it up on the third ring.
    “Hello Ava speaking,”
    “Oh Hi,” The voice on the other end was bubbly and excited, “You’re just the person I’m after,”
    “I am?” I was a little confused, I didn’t know anyone here yet, except of course the three farm hands I had just met.
    “Yeah, Norma called my Mom a couple of days ago and told her you were moving down from Chicago, she asked if I’d mind showing you around the thriving metropolis of Huntington,” she paused, snorting a little at her own sarcasm before continuing,
    “I’m warning you though, you’ll be lucky to stay awake through it, we’re definitely nowhere near on scale with Chicago.”
    Whoever this was she was a talker.
    “I’m Sally by the way,” she cut in again, answering my unspoken question.
    “Well ah,” I wasn’t sure what to say, it wasn’t every day a complete stranger called and offered to be your official tour guide. My gut reaction was to say thanks but no thanks. I didn’t know if I was ready to tackle the whole social aspect of meeting new friends.
    My new personal mantra picked now to chime in,
    You will be okay
, darn subconscious.
    “Ah, sure…?” I spoke quietly, sounding anything but.
    “Great.” Sally on the other hand sounded excited, I wondered briefly how much her mother was paying her to do this.
    “I’ll pick you up around three and take you into town, maybe we can grab a juice at the diner.”
    “Yeah that sounds good…” I hoped I sounded more enthusiastic then I felt.
    “Great I’ll see you this afternoon then.” the phone went dead, Sally was already gone.
    I sighed, so Nan had been meddling already, but I