It Had to Happen Sometime


She kept right on sweeping, just like it was nothing. Me, I had a harder time.

I looked out over where the barn had been, at the orange surveyors’ stakes in the ground. Without meaning to, I let out a long sigh.

“People got to live somewhere, Walt,” she said. “Had to happen sometime. Besides, it might not be so bad in town.”

“It wasn’t my decision. That’s all.”

She set the broom against the wall, came over and took my hand in hers.

“Don’t you want what’s best for our children?”

I looked at my field. “They’re not children anymore.”


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