"Did you two have a spat or something?" June asked when Smed came inside for lunch.
"Who knows," Smed shrugged, biting into a tuna salad sandwich. He crunched on some chips and drank the iced tea.
"I didn't think that lawn mower had a life anymore." She smiled then. "You really shouldn't have."
"But-but, mowing your lawn is the least I can do." He told her. Hopefully, Megan was happy now that she was out with the Caitlin. Possibly, they were finding what they needed. He hoped. At the moment, he wasn't sure where the day would take him nor where his next meal would come from.
"Well, I have this friend, sort of. Mia." June told him. "She's going to New York. She has an internship. Anyway, her little sister, step-sister, is moving in to her place. This big old house down the street. You should check there, see if you have any luck. It would be great if we could be neighbors. You could still mow for us then." She grinned.
"Yeah, that would be cool. And you know, I'm not too bad with checking your oil in your car. That kind of thing." Smed shrugged.
"Awesome. Well, finish up. Clean up and I'll go down the street with you. Introduce you." June sighed.
Smed just smiled. Sounded like a sweet deal to him.