What a wild widow Ray Walker

"Hello, Mrs. Davidson." The handsome young man standing on the front porch had a smile on his face.

"Hello, Steve." Deborah was smiling too. She'd been expecting him. She was very glad to see him, and he was right on time.

"I'm all ready."

"Good. It was very nice of you to help me out."

"No problem, Mrs. Davidson. Anything to help."

"You don't have to call me Mrs. Davidson, Steve. I told you. Call me Deborah. I'd like that better."

There was no need for formality. She'd known Steve for quite a while. Besides, she wanted to get to know him a lot better.

"All right, Deborah. It was the lawn that you wanted me to mow, wasn't it?"

"Yes. I already got the mower out of the basement and left it in the backyard, so you might as well start there."

"Great. I don't think it should take too long." Steve went back down the front steps and disappeared around the corner of the house.