Blog Comment: 8TH STREET LATINAS came up my driveway save but for the mailman so it was a surprise to me to see a horse and rider coming up to the house early one morning. The young lady astride the palomino was a natural beauty and I found myself staring and thinking that at 39 I was over twice her age.
"Hi, I'm Emily!" her hair went flying as she leaped off the saddle. "I saw your place and wondered if you might need any help this summer? Like a farmhand?"
I didn't really need any help, but if my money could keep this charming little elf around then she had to have a job.
"As a matter of fact, Emily, I was just going to see about hiring someone. Think you can handle it?"