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She tapped the trees and made maple syrup, baked bread and carded wool, and made her own fabric dyes out of dandelions and broccoli leaves. We pulled the futon from our truck and slept on it in the living room under a big wide window that looked out over a filbert orchard. She took my money and handed me two dollars and a card to fill out with a pen attached to a bead chain.

We pulled the futon

She went to college and earned straight As. His parents were still alive and happily married to each other. Not down over the light of her cheeks to the corners of her mouth, but away from the edges of her eyes to her ears and into the nest of her hair on the bed. And I was for a time, sailing faithfully through the autumn and into the new year.

She tapped the trees and

She whispered it and hollered it, hissed it and crooned it. Karen and Leif and I fell in love with him too. To be the woman my mother raised.

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Paul and I had finalized our divorce the month before, after a harrowing yearlong separation. Leif and Karen and I drifted into our own lives. And then the one of my mother in August and another in May. There had always been a television in our house, not to mention a flushable toilet and a tap where you could get yourself a glass of water.