The Hidden Lines of the Family Land We Shared

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“Is he going to come over here?” Marcus asked, not looking up from his level.

“He doesn’t like to get his boots dirty,” I said.

Through the bare branches of the pear trees, I watched the driver’s side window of the truck roll down. Arthur leaned his elbow on the frame, his gold watch catching the brief glare of the autumn sun. He continue reading …