Driving with Dave

I imagined, when I first moved to our farm in Baileys Harbor, that I would never do anything else with my life but farm;  that I would always be married to Dave; that we would grow old together, happy with our lives and our family.

So when I mentioned this romantic dream I had while we were in our cream colored, battered 3/4 ton truck driving through Ephraim one spring afternoon, he said, of course, what else would I do?

His remark seemed so resigned.  No, I said.  You could do so many other things, like remember you once thought you would like to teach high school and coach.  It’s not too late for that.  He smirked, I’m too old to start over.  I said if you want to, we will.  If that’s what you want. I’ll support you in whatever you want.  If you want to leave the farm, then we will.

He shook his head.  It was like I was this foolish little girl, unaware of the ‘real world’.  I mean it, Dave.  What ever you want to make you happy.  His face was impassive and the conversation died.  We drove on to the co-op to pick up some supplies and then home.

Chapter Three

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