A Crate of Tomatoes 🍅

Three

Daisy returned, pizza and soda in hand. She dropped them on the table and got out some plates and cups. Randy reached the open the box, but stopped.

Randy: Pepperoni?

Daisy: You know it.

Daisy came back to the table and set a plate and cup in front of each of their chairs. They helped themselves and ate mostly in silence around the empty table. It seemed to get quieter in the Allen house with every passing day. Maybe it was just the twins not being there, though. It was usually Dad taking Mom to the hospital, and Daisy being stuck alone with her brothers. Maybe the silence wasn't such a bad thing.

Randy sat up straight when his phone started to vibrate on the table. He took it and propped it next to his ear.

Daisy mouthed "Another order?" to which her father nodded. He scrambled for a pen, which Daisy plucked from her pocket and tossed across the table. Randy scribbled down an order and mumbled something before he put his phone face-down on the table.

Randy: Damn bastards, rich people. The Schuylers want another crate of tomatoes tomorrow morning at 5:00.

Daisy: 5:00 in the morning?

Randy nodded solemnly. 

Randy: Said that the ones from today were the best ones they've had yet.

Daisy flipped her hair proudly as she scrubbed grease off of her plate over the sink.

Daisy: If I'll be getting up the asscrack of dawn, I'd better get an extra hour of sleep in.

Randy nodded and chuckled as Daisy kissed him on the head and went upstairs to her room.

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Rubbing her hair dry, Daisy picked up her phone and scrolled through her phone contacts. She tapped on Danny  to Facetime and waited for him to pick up. It didn't take long. The camera was angled up at the ceiling.

Daisy: Hey. How's mom?

Danny: Hey. She's stable. Me and Davey are at the hotel next door, she'll be good to go home tomorrow morning.

Daisy: That's good. What time?

Daisy could hear Davey's voice call something out from a little further away.

Danny: Davey says 8:00.

Daisy: Good. 

She remembered something.

Daisy: Oh my god, great news. The rich kids down the road think our tomatoes are the best in all the land.

Danny: Obviously. And?

Daisy: So I've been tasked with bringing them another crate.

Daisy paused dramatically.

Daisy: At 5:00 in the morning.

Apparently that sent Davey running over to the phone. He snatched it up and his fat ass face filled the screen.

Davey: But you get out of bed at like... three in the afternoon every day.

Daisy: Fuck off. They're paying extra for ordering outside of hours.

Danny: Define extra.

Daisy: I dunno. Rich people tip whatever's in their pocket and hope it's enough.

Davey: It's true.

Danny: Alright then. You go get your big-girl sleep and hopefully we'll see you awake when we get back.

Daisy rolled her eyes as she flipped off her older brothers and ended the call. She tipped her phone facedown and fell backwards into her bed, going to sleep almost instantly.

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Aaaaa this is so excitingg

this story is #18 under the farmgirl tag rn! this is my first time placing top 20, tysm for your reads!