Excerpt from "A Tutelarious Love":
He moved toward her. "You have to let it fall. You'll wear yourself out that way. Here, let me show you." He gently coaxed the whip from her hand and took a few steps away from her. "Let the weight of the whip work for you, not against you." He brought the tool down in a smooth effortless motion that cut the grass neatly. As the whip continued and reached the peak of it's arch, he let it fall again and whipped more grass with the other side of the blade. With side to side swings, he quickly cut a small area of grass. His swing resembled that of a golfer and she surmised he had plenty of practice.
She squinted up at him against the sun. "Could you show me that again - a little to the left. It might take me a while to learn, but I'm sure I'll have it figured out by the time you get the front yard done."He laughed. A deep sound, much like Dad's voice. An unwelcome feeling of homesickness clutched at her heart. Only two days. Four weeks would be a long time.
