Chapter 113

“Hi,” said Brian to their laborer, the very one that resembled Sia. She was plucking some tomatoes and filling into a couple of baskets which were collected by other laborers and assembled into the van.

She applied the most of her time and care in plucking the tomatoes because grandma had made them sign to a warning of short payment for any one that destroyed farm produce, and with three kids to cater for short payment wasn’t part of the hustle.

It wasn’t that she feigned a deaf ear to Brian but for the attention the job needed and thought of her sick baby needing all the money for hospital bills. Brian had to sound his greeting louder before she was startled and dragged a smile. Brian smiled back and joined her to pluck.

“Oh no, no,” she protested, holding onto his arm and staring around for grandma. “She’s gonna surcharge me for any tomato that spoils.”

Brian scowled at her, processing her speech and arguing within himself if actually grandma could give out such order.

“Your hustle