Chapter Twelve
I think we need a big garden this year. I better get to it tomorrow, too late today,” Junior said. He took a swig from his beer.
The sun was setting and there were several empties on the table. He looked out onto the yard from the back door. The lawn needed to be mowed, but the pork chops would be ready soon, green beans flavored with bacon, and apple sauce on the side. One of his favorites. Yes, it can all wait, he thought.
It was his day off. He was feeling good, happy almost. He always thought of himself as a farmer removed from the land, untethered, adrift in a hard mechanical world. The beer helped with that feeling. It would be a matter of a couple of hours before the beer high would mean a beer descent. It just worked that way. The alcohol was metabolized and then
