"Are you okay, sweetie?" Mrs. Jones asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
You bowed your head. You had been watching Alfred chop wood outside the window. She couldn't meet Mrs. Jones's eyes. How on earth do you go about telling another woman you were just ogling her son? It wouldn't go over well. You were starting to think deeply about your own family. Alfred's was tighter knit than yours. The woman in front you could be pushy but she wasn't demanding. Mrs. Jones expected honesty and hard work, but respected distance and personal issues. She hadn't forced you to talk at all that summer but she had put you and Alfred's other friends to work on the farm, probably taking advantage of having extra hands.
"I think… I'll go help Alfred chop some firewood…" you said evasively.
You walked out the door without another word. Alfred grinned and waved you over the moment he saw you. There was a second axe sitting by a stump at his side. You grabbed the second axe. You walked over to a fine stone. There was a pile of wood that needed to be chopped beside the stone. You grabbed one and set it up. You brought the axe up and brought it down quickly, evenly splitting the wood in half. You picked up another and repeated your actions. You didn't say a word to Alfred, notifying him that you were in deep thought.
You didn't notice Elizaveta giggling over Alfred. You didn't notice the way Alfred's muscles coiled, flexed, and rippled. You were oblivious to the way he brought his arms up, which made all of his muscles tighten, he swung and wood split. You were non-observant of the way the morning sun gave Alfred's muscles a sort of glow since he was coated in a fine layer of sweat. Alfred didn't notice he had an audience building up. Mrs. Jones watched from the window. The woman rolled her eyes and went back to rolling out the dough for her pie.
"I swear they're going to drown in their angst," Mrs. Jones muttered, "No-one-understand-what-I'm-going-through mood swings, as if I haven't been there. __________ acts as if Alfred doesn't feel the same…"