My Father Brought A Locksmith To Sell My Ranch

detention. Dad moved slower.

Older than when he’d arrived.

When the engines started, a bunch of starlings lifted off the barn roof in a sudden black scatter.

And then they were gone.

After

Tom stayed another ten minutes.

He came inside, stamped snow off his boots, and took the coffee I offered him. He stood at the counter instead of sitting.

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