Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years

Fifteen hundred dollars.”

That was my winter reserve.

The money I set aside for seed and fuel.

“I have eleven hundred in the feed account.”

“Use the reserve,” Arthur said.

“If this application turns into a foreclosure notice, you’ll need more than a lawyer.”

I thought about the tool shed key behind the pantry.

It had hung on the same nail since Claire was a girl.