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Excited, I yank Isaac up "Coo ho we can use for a pole or a net, soet fish"

I’ as we hurry through the s and low brush up to the road This time as we approach the corner of Salt Lick and Wild Rose, I see two vagrants searching through the rubble of the burned-out cottage, looking for e and sell

"Hey, lady Hey, mister," one of theive a couple of working Joes, down on their luck, a bite of food?"

"Sorry," I say "We are poor ourselves and have nothing to share" I turn over our empty basket to make my point The truth is, I’m scared of them The taller man with the full beard and the torn denihter

"Well, bless you then, sister, you and your ive up hope That’s about all we have in these dark times" He turns and heads for the river

As soon as they are out of sight I walk slower, asha afraid It’s true we have little, but still we have more than they have I just didn’t want theet back to the far pole, I discover a wealth of other tools I’d overlooked Hanging on one of the walls in the barn, I find a scythe that could be sharpened and used to cut grass, a hammer, some nails in a tin can, another bucket, a rakebut no fishing pole

Disappointed, I return to the house and find Dr Blu on the front steps with both a net and a pole Not only that, there’s a hook and a line!

"Isaac, you a toward the porch, and I think he’s as surprised as I am to hear his own voice

"You can talk, Isaac You can talk if you want to," I tell hiet lonely sohts are turned off

Purple Iris, Pale Lilac

"Miss Becky! Miss Becky!" The girl nae We are on a first-name basis now, and this is my third trip to the Hucknell house "Can I help you?" she asks

"Sure" I hand her ot the knack of crossing the metal-and-wood contraption now, just roll with the rhyth us?" The little girls swarm around like a flock of sparrows

"Whatever your mama ordered," I respond "I don’t look in the boxes Mr Bittreet the children’sface and arms with a handkerchief

"About half"

I let that pass In the mountains "about half" means you aren’t swell, but you don’t want to talk about it

As usual, despite the heat wave, Bluirls Sally has taken to reading to him from Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women and he sits there like one of the fa?" I ask as I open the screen door