J acob tightened the lid on the last jar then placed it on the shelf near the others. He was well ahead of schedule and knew Moe would be pleased when he returned.
He pulled his jacket from the crate he had dropped it on and slipped his arms into the sleeves.
He still marveled at the warmth this woolen contraption gave. His fingers mechanically closed the buttons before removing the gloves from his pockets. He couldn’t remember ever being so well protected from the frosty weather.
The door to the shed opened abruptly.
“Pa ” a young boy called. “Pa you in here?” He noticed Jacob. “Oh I’m looking for my father.”
