Evelyn shifted into reverse, backed the car around the tractor tires, and drove off down the long gravel driveway.

The tires kicked up a gray plume of crushed limestone dust that drifted slowly across the ditch weeds and settled on the bottom wire of the pasture fence.

Ben and Daisy walked over from the wash tubs and stood right beside my boots, their picking baskets resting against their shins.

I looked down at the rectangular plastic authorized user card Ruth had handed me, feeling its sharp edges against my fingers.

I slipped the plastic card into my back pocket while my children stood beside me.