Welcomed home to warm arms and meal Loril's day quickly slipped away. Not wishing a re-hash of Sunday night Donny avoided Jeff and Jerry picking up the wrong bin. He instead tells Loril about what happened to Miguel after she left him. Loril feels bad those nice ladies still have Miguel to deal with, and knows there's truth to one of the rumors. When informed about their possible citizenship change she first inquires if that includes Evelyn, hearing no Loril sates being happy for them. Her questioning Evelyn that time seemed different to him but told her about the food they prepared for lunch, making Loril envious.

She does produce the memory stick received from Richard that morning, telling Donny she's an internet sensation now. He plays along but doubts her taking the flash-drive to the TV looking for a port for it. Recalling being sent a link she has it up before Donny even had the memory stick inserted. Picking up the TV remote to access the memory drive she plays the video for them. The dubbed audio is merely William speaking both parts for Miguel deeps his teenage voice. For Loril raises the voice.

The dialog is Loril calling out Miguel, "Who the fuck do you think you are."

Miguel, "suck it bitch."

Loril gets out of the truck, "what you say to me asshole?"

Miguel, "Suck my dick bitch,"

Loril raises her hand, "I outta smack you're stupid face."

Miguel, "Go ahead bitch hit me with your best shot."

Loril, "I never hit anyone," she kicks in his balls to abdomen, "I'll knock your nuts into your neck though."

As Mick picks her up Loril repeats, "How do you like me now bitch." Despite hating the annoying teenage voice poorly portraying her's, she laughed with Donny.

Messing with the remote buttons Donny eventually accesses the flash-drive and plays the video. Loril repeats the actual dialog to Donny, in Spanish first followed immediately with the English translations. Donny hugged Loril thanking her for taking care of him and herself saying she's his superhero.

Leading to Donny having the tractor running Loril affectionately expressed gratitude with hug and kiss, stating he's her faithful and ingenious sidekick. She avoids discussing the waste delivery until it's there in the yard. Though considering she now has the tractor to spread out the weed she thanks the effort just for winter snowfalls.

Affectionately thanking each other too much the conversation fell away along with there clothing. Leaving a trail from living-room to bedroom they retire for the evening.

***

Back in the overly smoky barn the radio was still playing loudly. The resin ball Jeff and Jerry quietly built upon was now the size of a grapefruit. As the hours became late the yawns became contagious. Jeff finally spoke suggesting If Jerry wants he can crash in the house's spare room. He'll take the master and the can finish tomorrow. The idea of sleep was appealing to Jerry but had the same concern Jeff did, will he try something when I fall asleep?

With it getting quiet again both note the size of the resin ball urging them to carry on just a little while longer. Jeff gets up to relieve himself outside and wrangle a few more garbage bags for them.

Outside Jeff's thankful to notice they've gone through half the trash out here. Chilled to the wee bone in the night air he doesn't think the work was worth the effort.

Tossing a few bags into the barn Jeff lets' Jerry know and studies the ball of resin thinking if it was only split between the two of them it might be worth it.

Tearing open another bag and getting comfortable Jerry begins discussing the task at hand and all the work they're doing. He notes Donny didn't even call, Tom and Clay haven't done anything physical. Jerry defends Rod mentioning the work clothes. They're thankful they have them to abuse and burn later. Jerry jokes with Jeff saying maybe he'll just smoke some with Rod, once and a while. Discussing things the pair get over their earlier awkward moment and try not to mention it.

Getting in a session of hits of hot metal tongs Jeff and Jerry get their second wind. Making the rest of the night move by productively many of the remaining bags merely trash they burn too and inadvertently inhale.

By morning both have head and stomach aches requiring fresh air and food maybe a day of sleep. With the radio news warning of icy roads and numerous accidents Jeff figures best to wait until the sun can warm things up before taking the truck back to town.

Stepping outside both inhale deeply and stretch out bodies studying the trash down to a few dozen bags. Jeff gets Jerry's attention as the sun hits the horizon and the sparse clouds turn golden for moment.

Both thinking of the movie 'the outsiders' misquote "Stay golden Jeff."

"Stay golden Jerry." Looking at each other with goofy smiles slug fists into shoulders.

As Jeff's stomach growls they head to the house in search of sustenance.

Avoiding the pills taken prior Jerry returns them to cabinet found in. They debate sampling one of the others, after they eat.

***

In the morning Loril left earlier than normal. With the cool dampness in the air Donny didn't want to get out of bed and almost slept in.

Arriving before Ray at the Greenhouse Donny finds out they called most to telling them to stay home today. He's given the choice to go home or actually work the day cleaning. Wanting the steady paychecks Donny stays.

Donny's sent to the greenhouse to help the assistant Tony DeCristo. With little to do Donny's shown how they want the space sanitized. Avoiding sprayed chemicals to the plants Donny's instructed to spray disinfect into cleanable clothes. Tony shows all things that need to be wiped down with the solution, anything anyone may touch. When it comes to the hanging rows of plants he's not to clean the tubes they're in but the support chains they hang from. Unable to reach top Donny only has to swipe the plastic tubing that sheathes the chain above head. Donny asked why the support chains need to be sanitized Tony explained a few scenarios where people have grabbed them thinking they can lean on them. He and others have grasped them after slipping or tripping to avoid crashing to the ground.

Donny's left to it and figures best to start in the back corner and move forward. Wiping things down Donny works up and down the rows.

Reaching the third and forth rows of marijuana black, scuff marks from work boots are seen on the white painted concrete floor. Able to see a few dozen small black marks Donny studies them. Noticing some of the marks differ from the other and almost appears like someone was tap dancing in place. Scrubbing a scuff mark with bootie fades it.

Getting down to see if it comes off with the disinfectant Donny spies someone's lost ID card and lanyard. Thinking it was one of the migrant workers Donny picks it up hoping to see one of the ladies faces. Flipping it over Donny straightens up astonished by the cards photo of Stacy Peach, hmmm.

Stepping back to the end of the row Donny stretches out arms able to easily grasp each row's covered support chain. Looking down Donny's booties obscure most of the scuff marks on the floor. He looks at the electronic card and grins picturing how an ID might have fallen from her neck, possibly bent over.

At break Donny boldly approaches Peaches tapping at the lobby's security window, "hello Stacy I've your ID here."

Wondering where it got to she rises quicker than normal, "looking all over the house and Jeep for it," sliding the glass door aside she queries, "where'd you find it?"

"Back row in the greenhouse." Sliding the ID over picture up Donny winks, "there were these black boot scuff marks on the floor. And most of us have to wear booties out there. You must've seen a big HAIRY rat out there or something EH?" he winks again.

Stacy's peachy cheeks glow red taking the card, "Excuse me are you implying something?"

"No,no...no," Donny smirks trying not to laugh, "merely answering one of life's little mysteries or in this case one of the greenhouse's mysteries."

Stacy wishes Mick were there to deal with him, "Okay, are you getting at something? Or hoping to gain something?"

"Perhaps?" Not what Donny was thinking originally, messing with her some roughs his voice imitating an old time gangster, "One day I may just need a favor. Perhaps merely turning a blind eye."

On to him she smiles back, "You mean like the time I didn't report you for putting that glove down your pants."

"Oh touché," Now Donny's cheeks glow pink, "so ah um... just thought you'd appreciate having your card back, ah..."

Nervously chuckling about the situation Stacy eases, "thanks. So - I was curious were you sitting here the whole time with it?"

Donny sighs out, "yeah."

That she finds amusing and close enough in similar embarrassment, "must have been a couple uncomfortable hours for you."

"Well the State Trooper had me sweatin' bullets," Donny shrugs to the truth, "accept for removal it was almost comfortable."

"TMI Donny TMI," She begins to close the glass, "oh by the way a couple things, when you were trying to get out that door, I almost cracked up laughing in here. Second watch you're co-workers in the Trim room a little more carefully."

"Okay, and thanks. Gald I made your day," Donny wants to hide the face form her now.

She closes the door uttering, "I hope I made yours'."

***

Many of the seniors avoiding the outdoors today Loril was able to leave Ann alone early.

Most of the morning Loril considered ways to distribute the weed across the field. With colder days ahead she knows leaving the pile it'll freeze making it difficult to move. Raking leaves for 50 acres doesn't interest her and knows a leaf blower would only work if the plant media is dry, and weed's sticky.

Reaching the farm she studies the field figuring a few ways to first distribute the fertilizer evenly and spread it across the main section. The remaining corn stalks seem a nuisance any way she looks at the task and wonders if bitten off more than one can chew.

Ready to show Donny she's truly outsmarted the men or at least his men gets the winter work coat, coveralls, boots and gloves for the task.

Warmly dressed Loril walks the field getting a feel for things. The ground soft she knows they'll be no stopping.

Returning to the barn she observes the pear and apple trees in desirable state. The sparse fruits, capped in snow, dangling within the leaf barren trees requires photographing. Tossing gloves aside digs out her cell-phone to snap a few pictures. Making sure to get one that includes the decaying structures on an adjacent farm.

When the waste-truck arrives Loril's practicing with the tractor's blade on the rough rowed field. The driver seeing the tractor approach expected a small old man would greet him. She waves to him trying to indicate the concrete pad at the end of the drive, where a pole shed once stood.

Turning off the tractor and getting down Loril greets the driver who hoped she'd be here. Louis having seniority and witnessed her online appearance requested this run. Loril thought he was sweet, talking her up and even agreed to sign a blank piece of paper for him and son.

He warned his vehicle would sink out in the grass, she understood and pointing out the concrete suggested parking on it and dumping as much as possible onto the ground. She was okay if the spillage ran onto driveway.

Fine with that Louis dumped the contents of the bin and thankfully most of it came out in massive sticky green boulders.

The spill contained to pad the driver gets a coal scoop out to clean out the bin. Having a similar but older shovel in the barn Loril helps him. Louis refused but she got in anyway. Chatting she asked his opinion on weed distribution, his thought the same as hers. Finally seeing enough of Loril's face added her voice to identify where else he knows her from. When Louis was told she's been in the store a decade with barely a raise and no benefits, he tells Loril put her name in at his company. Works simple, pays decent with benefits, and if she can handle the old tractor and its' attachments she can figure out their trucks.

Louis made Loril feel good enough about herself when he drove off she gave the job proposition serious consideration, playing on the tractor for the afternoon.