In the glow of the kitchen lantern, I spotted the lone tear in Reba’s eye. “So, what’s now?” she asked.
“It’s only Temporary, Rebie. She’ll be back before we know it. I just hope the plan works. We’ll find out in the morning.”
“Fannie, notice how this catawampus started when the Wild Bunch come here?”
“How do you see that?”
Reba folded her hand. “Etta leaving with Sundance. That’s when Sadie’s trigger got pulled. Pushed her over that ledge.”
I shook my head. “It was before that.”
She glanced up at the ceiling. “Yes’m, suppose so. Plopped out in a cabbage patch with nobody around to comfort her ’cept for devil mother.”
“Rebie, we’ve all had our sorrows. Some just can’t seem to recover from them.”
“You dids, though. Came outta that orphanage with a straight spine.”
“It didn’t feel so straight at the time.”
“Mmm. Never does.”
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Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 
Just have to say, I love the unicorn pic!
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Thank you, Margaret. I actually took that photo when I had the great opportunity of staying on John Steinbeck’s property in Sag Harbor, NY! It was in the backyard. I don’t know if Steinbeck put it there or his nephew, a friend of mine. (I forgot to ask)
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