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on girls. How about Mernelle? She could milk, maybe. She’s comin’ on what, twelve or thirteen now? She get the curse yet? I used to milk when I was eight. Or you could milk while she takes over the house. Some say it makes the cows restless when a woman’s got the curse milks ’em. I never noticed it myself.’ The old lady sucked at her tea.
    ‘No ma’am. I don’t work to the barn and my girl don’t work to the barn. Barns is men’s work. If they can’t handle it they can hire. I give two boys to the barn, that’s enough. Mink’s already set me and Mernelle up to take on what seems like half his outside work.’
    ‘I’ve noticed that with the help so hard to get and the boys off to the War they’s quite a few of the farms for sale. And the way the cream prices moves around. Course it’s good now, with the War, but it could go down again. I notice that the Darter farm is been sold. The three boys is in the service, the other one’s in the shipyards, thegirl’s gone into nurse’s training, and Clyde says, “I don’t know why we’re hangin’ around here when we could be makin’ good money instead of killin’ ourself.” They say he went over to Bath, Maine where the other boy is, they learnt him how to weld and he’s got a high-payin’ job now. They say she got one, too, and between what they get from the wages and what they got from sellin’ the farm to a teacher from Pennsylvania who’s just comin’ up for summers, they are fixed up good. Seems funny that Loyal and Billy would go off so sudden like that. He didn’t say nothin’ to Ronnie. Ronnie and him was plannin’ to go goose huntin’ one day this week. That’s the main reason we come by, so’s Ronnie and Loyal could set their time. I says they ought to try and get some of them hen hawks that have been takin’ my hens and now there’s a turkey gone. I don’t know as a hen hawk could lift a turkey, but I suppose they could eat it where they brought it low. But maybe it was a fox took the turkey. I don’t know how Ronnie’ll get along without Loyal, they was that close. You’ll find it quite a chore without Loyal. A worker.’
    ‘I suppose we’ll figure somethin’ out. But I don’t know what. One thing, I’m not goin’ in any barn and neither is Mernelle.’

3
Down the Road

    HE MADE GOOD TIME, heading north for the end of the lake. He had his little roll of money, country money, dollar bills oily and limp from passage through the hands of mechanics, farmhands, loggers. He had enough gas ration stamps to get him somewhere. It wasn’t like anybody was after him. He didn’t think they’d ever be after him. That wall was built good, he thought. If the foxes didn’t dig in under. If nobody went up there. Who in hell would go up there? Nobody would go up there.
    The roads had hardened in the autumn cold and there wasn’t much traffic. Good hunting weather. A few cars, a log truck coming out of the dark woods, leaving a double-curve of cleated mud where itturned onto the hardtop. Must of gotten stuck in some soft spot. He had forty-seven dollars, enough to take him some distance. If the car would hold up. It was in pretty good shape, a ’36 Chevy Coach, except for the back of the seat that had broke and had to be braced from behind with a wooden crosspiece. The heater only put out a trickle, less warmth than a bat’s breath, but the defroster did well enough. The battery was old, and the Coach was a bitch to start on a cold morning, about as simple as getting port wine out of a cow’s left hind teat. The tires still had tread. He’d nurse them along. If it broke down bad he could get work. Walk onto any farm and get work. What bothered him was the gas stamps. He only had enough for twenty gallons. That could just get him across New York state. He’d have to get it any way he could.
    He didn’t think where he was going, just heading out. It seemed to him there didn’t have to be a direction, just a random traveling away