Nobody said anything. We didn’t need to.
It’s been four years now.
Brittany had a baby girl in March. Tanner’s parents wanted to name her after his grandmother.
Brittany named her Earla. Tanner didn’t argue.
Dad paid off the rest of the operating note last fall. He still drives the black Ram. But he drives it out to the pond every Sunday, and parks it on Vern’s field road, and sits on a bucket on the bank. HeGet Parenting Tips
brings the nightcrawlers.
Vern is seventy-four. He still sits on the other side of the pond, on his own bucket, and doesn’t say ten words. Last spring, he told me he’d changed his will. He said he was leaving the rest of the eighty
to Taylor County Conservation. With one condition. Nobody ever builds on the hill above the pond.
“So you girls always have the view,” he said.
