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Wednesday, March 11, 2020
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Thursday, February 6, 2020
Frank eased his DeSoto along Dayspring's main street, his eyes
watering in the morning light. The door of Mah's Café
opened, and the usual gang of farmers filed out. They'd finished
their morning coffee, eight o'clock on the dot. Frank raised a
finger in greeting, too tired to wave. His whole body felt stale
with fatigue. But his mind was clear, so clear his nose hurt. That
was one thing about fatigue. It focused a man on what he
needed to do.
Frank turned left at the train station, then jolted his car
over the railway tracks and past the Lutheran graveyard with its
high iron gate. Beyond the graveyard he caught a glimpse of
dark-blue water. Knutson Lake, where Roland and Tina had
gone walking. What had they talked about? Had he kissed her?
She wouldn't let him, would she?
A few bleary moments later, Frank steered his car into her
parents' driveway. It was straight and narrow. Their front porch
was swept clean, its boards bleached by years of sun and wind.
"Frank, what's the matter?" Tina asked when she answered
the door. She stepped out onto the porch, looking crisp and
fresh in her green-striped dress. "How come your eyes are so
red? Are you sick?"
Frank blinked, so tired his eyes felt like they were full of
sand. "How come you're dating Roland Fast? Do you think
you're too good for me all of a sudden, going after a rich guy?"
She planted her hands on her hips. "How can you scold
me about Roland when you're practically engaged to Dorrie
Harms?" Tina's voice had a sharp edge, but Frank thought
he saw pain in her eyes.
A tide of fatigue dragged at his legs. He leaned against the
door frame. "What makes you think I'd get myself engaged to
"Adeline Epp says you'll be married to her before freezeup."
"I should wash that Adeline's mouth out with soap."
Tina's shoulders sagged, the stripes of her dress drooping
with her. "Why? Everybody knows you're fascinated with
Dorrie." Tears pooled in her eyes.
Something broke inside Frank, like an elastic band. He'd
been a fool, letting Tina suffer while he dithered over Dorrie.
Tina was the woman for him. She still loved him, didn't
she? He squared his shoulders. "Would you do me the honour
of accompanying me to the wiener roast tomorrow evening?"
Tina adjusted one of the combs in her hair. "Sorry. Roland
already asked me."
Frank imitated a smile. "I wouldn't go with Roland if I was
you. He puts lard on his hair."
"No, he doesn't."
"Of course he does. That's why the mosquitoes follow him
around like they do."
Tina laughed. "Frank, you're crazy."
"Yeah, I know." He paused. "That's why you're in love with
me." He studied her face, searching for evidence.
Her expression was as blank as vanilla pudding.
He cleared his throat. "So we'll go to the wiener roast,
Tina tucked a stray curl behind her ear. Was her hand
shaking or was that his imagination? "What about Dorrie?"
"I'm not asking Dorrie. I'm asking you."
Tina scrunched her mouth to one side. "I guess I could
break my date with Roland."
"Good. I'll quit haying early and pick you up around
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