Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years
“The fence on the south line is holding,” I said.
“I walked it Tuesday.
Every post.”
She looked up at me.
“That is my way of saying the farm is fine.
You do not have to stay in this house to keep me out of debt.
The forty thousand comes off at the recorder’s office Monday morning.
That is a fact on paper, not a feeling.”