”“I don’t believe you. A flock of geese came flying in from a day of grazing lower down the valley. And the choices we have to make change too. Thank you, he mouthed, and she ticked a smart salute off her temple with one finger.
He wiped his eyes angrily. Property goes up. We’ll be erased, deleted, scrubbed out of existence. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed.