Faith's Bar Miztvah part 18 #420 episode 177

His huge arms griped the box. Straddling the box on his knees, Johnny Ray made Frankenstein like steps towards the porch. Darlean kicked at Mikey, arousing the dog from his lazy slumber. Just as the dog jumped from the porch, Johnny Ray sat the box down. He reached into his pocket and brought out an old worn pocket knife. Cutting the tape, Johnny Ray took his knife and sawed down one side of the box. Then he laboriously sawed the other half. The spring sun beat on his brow until beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. When he reached the bottom of the large brown box, he took his hand and pushed the side of the box to the floor.

Faith was amazed at how simple it was to put the lawn mower together. Johnny Ray rolled it out of the box, tossing the instructions to the side, he unfolded the bottom part of the handle. Pointing to the box, he told Faith to get him the other part. Faith fumbled around the box meticulously peeling the Styrofoam that held the top part of the handle. Johnny Ray looking at Faith seemingly annoyed at Faith's slow pace, jerked the handle from Faith's slow hands. "Haste make waste, but you too slow fo' Joe!" Johnny Ray looked at Faith as he spoke. Faith saw the frustration in his eye, and Johnny Ray must have saw the confusion in Faith's eye. For no longer as he had raised his voice at Faith did he lower it and explain how when you working you got to do things as fast as you can to be ahead of the other man that want just what you want. "Do you understand," he asked Faith? Faith shook his head half confused and half understanding. Johnny Ray fastened the handle, and stood up beside it like a proud papa.

"Get me that gas can out the back of the car." Darlean looked down at Johnny Ray as he told Faith to hurry up. "I thought dey came wit' gas in 'hem, she said. "No honey they might catch fire in the shippin', dat be as crazy as hell," laughing at the thought of it all Johnny Ray looked towards the back of the car. Faith rolled his eyes as he lifted the red and yellow can from trunk taking it to Johnny Ray. Johnny Ray's syrupy tongue was about to get on his nerves, maybe he should rethink just how he felt about him again Faith thought. Faith could tell from Darlean's bedroom eyes that he was better in bed, than the last no count nigger she had brought home. Faith assumed the lawnmower was payment for last nights romp in the sheets. One thing about "it" it never lay down for free. Be it a hamburger or food for the house, light bill, gas bill, when "it" came it came for a purpose.

Faith just wished last nights purpose would have been for a brand new bike instead of this massive lawn mower, whose cord Faith was tirelessly pulling. "Put ya back into," Darlean said looking towards Johnny Ray. "If you don't know how ta do it Johnny can show you how." Her eyes flirted as she talked under her clothes on the sly. It slithered into the house. Faith hated It but it would be around, he assumed for some time.