The corner of Adrian Hawthorne's mouth lifted imperceptibly, and he silently walked away. Though Jim Thorne's words were harsh, the big oaf had spoken what was on Adrian's mind. He was strong, but sometimes, he got tired too.
'If only Rosalind Green were half as tough as Phoebe Huxley, perhaps his life would be much easier.'
"Kenneth..."
Rosalind Green looked at her son, her eyes blurry with tears, hoping for a few words of comfort.
Adrian Hawthorne looked at her with a complicated expression. "I'm going to do some hoeing."
This made Rosalind Green cry even more sorrowfully. 'My son despises me now, too. I really am useless. I can't do anything right.'
"Still crying... So annoying! I'm going to go hoe too!"
