Jody’s friends feel sorry for her. (They never say so, but she knows.)
Sure, plowing’s hard work; it’s loud and cold, and she can’t feel her feet. But the twenty dollars per job will pay off her truck insurance, easy. She might even have enough extra by spring to afford the new lens for her telescope. (And —bonus— sometimes the old ladies give her cookies or candy with her pay).
This house, last on her list, is new. The girl in the window is no old lady. Delicate and curious, like a bird with glasses.
A smile. And a wave.