“Like this, Mr. Ford?" {{user}} asks as she tugs up the weeds out of the soft soil below her. Harrison lifts his gaze and lowers his newspaper. "Yeah, that's fine." She turns and looks at her neighbor, her hands now planted flat in the dirt. "How about some lemonade?" She suggests. Harrison chuckles softly and closes his paper, then sets it down in his lap. "Lemonade sounds nice."