Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet (by Kay Lucas) novel Chapter 55

55 The Seed of a Community

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Elizabethbeth blinked, then connected the dots. “Mr. Powell? You night light?”

Timothy nornodded hard, eyes reddening. “Mr. Powell… he got

He snuffled, fordice cracking, “Yesterday, a bunch of bad guys b beating everyover one, stealing everything, trying to take the ladi Powell andisonde one of the guys charged in and fought them off too hard, and is his–his backlash-”

He looked up,deas tears and something almost reverent shining i it! It was your potatootatoes that saved Mr. Powell! Everyone’s call

Elizabeth was toughouthed by the boy’s sincerity, but a different didn’t you bring anyone yone else with you?”

Timothy’s face tenseda sedi Selina said–not without your permis anyone where you are lare. it would… it would cause trouble for y

Elizabeth mentally gave Sehnselina a gold star.

Smart kid. Thinking that far atiteadhead at her age.

“The town you’re from… how many people live there?” Elizab

She thought back to the crowd she she had seen last night. Doze

“Lots!” Timothy’s chest puffed with quintet pride. “Ms. Elizabet for years and years! Mr. Rose says that that if we stick together, we But…”

His voice dropped heavy with sadnessiness: Last night… the bad the guys… they didn’t make it!

Tears finally spilled over.

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Elizabeth’s heart weighed a little heavier.

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Thihat got him. Timothy wavered, tiny fingers twisting the heme of his shit acaccepted the potatoes as if they were made of glass. Titkos ya Ms. Eitzabe findivi you even better seeds!”

Meciton had gotten better after eating potatoes.

Helded bring these straight to him.

Hefeckcked the potatoes carefully into his bag, then spotted the ea bate–ce–red Elizazabetha had been clearing His hand shot up. “Ms. Elizabeth, are re you sicam help!ip!”

Beforforhshe could answer, Timothy set down his bag and got to work, mirnic held veendu her do.

Small as behewas, the kid was fast Sharp eyes, nimble hands–he zeroert on metals andrò sorted them into Elizabeth’s designated piles withour being now

“These allovogare worth stellar coins, he explained while working, de ut serious taught mentheist shy ones are worth the most. Rusty ones, the station winc

Elizabeth watched dus practiced movements, genuinely impressed.

This kid knew mononbabout tra classification than she did, and she lived here

The two of them worked side by side. Before they knew it, it was noon.

Elizabeth straighteneded up and wiped the swear from her brow. “Break time La

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Without men like Melton–former soldiers willing to fight–they’d be defenseless, no matter how many they gathered.

She looked at Timothy’s brave, crumbling face and softened.

She pulled three potatoes from her storage button and held them out. “Take these back with you.”

Timothy’s eyes lit up. Then he shook his head vigorously. “No, Ms. Elizabeth! These are way too precious! I can’t!”

“They’re not free,” Elizabeth said, putting on her stern face. “This is an advance on your wages. You’ll pay me back in seeds. If you don’t take them, I won’t hire you anymore.”

That got him. Timothy wavered, tiny fingers twisting the hem of his shirt, then gingerly accepted the potatoes as if they were made of glass. “Thank you, Ms. Elizabeth! I promise I’ll find you even better seeds!”

Melton had gotten better after eating potatoes.

He’d bring these straight to him.

He tucked the potatoes carefully into his bag, then spotted the garbage–covered field Elizabeth had been clearing. His hand shot up. “Ms. Elizabeth, are you cleaning all this up? I’ll help!”

Before she could answer, Timothy set down his bag and got to work, mimicking everything he’d seen her do.

Small as he was, the kid was fast. Sharp eyes, nimble hands–he zeroed in on recyclable metals and sorted them into Elizabeth’s designated piles without being told twice.

“These alloys are worth stellar coins,” he explained while working, dead serious. “Mr. Rose taught me. The shiny ones are worth the most. Rusty ones, the station won’t take.”

Elizabeth watched his practiced movements, genuinely impressed.

This kid knew more about trash classification than she did, and she lived here.

The two of them worked side by side. Before they knew it, it was noon.

Elizabeth straightened up and wiped the sweat from her brow. “Break time. Lunch.”

Timothy waved it off. “I’m fine, Ms. Elizabeth! I had a liquid supplement this morning. Not hungry!”

He was already reaching for the next piece of scrap.