at the rising hills in the distance, carpeted with thick forest. Trees and fields and farmland stretched as far as she could see.

“What’s over those hills?”

George looked at her funny. “Same as what’s on this side. Farms. Next town or so.”

Sadie shifted in her seat. “Dunno. It’d be nice to go somewhere different.”

He burst out laughing. “What’re you thinking Sadie Morris – next thing you know, you’ll turning into a hobo.”

She stared down at the floorboards.

“We got everything you need here. Don’t know why you’d want to go anywhere else.” He shrugged as he turned the truck down the gravel driveway, a row of poplars standing alongside, the farm house came into view.

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