Chapter 20
Every time Janie came across the field to visit us, she was quickly whisked away by my brother. He said they were just stirring up and bottling the cheather tincture for delivery to a new cancer pharmacy, but through the small square windows, I could see them laugh and brush against each other, giddy with lust, kissing without discretion. Perrin would stroke her long chestnut curls and whisper in her ear. Janie would smile. From my home in the barn loft, I’d pretend to know nothing.
Conferences of blackbirds spiraled the sky, announcing the first snow would soon fall. With the old postcard in my skirt pocket, I walked alone one day to the old lot to visit the small yellow house where I’d found it so many years before. I circled the rough path bordering the relics of lives live
