“Is that what you call it?” Christine asked.

     “Yes.”

     “Well, then,” her voice trailed off.  “We had to get rid of all the feed, all of it, and everyone had to buy new cows when the harvest came, and there was money.  Some decided not to, but most did, for a cow is quite a good commodity.”  She sipped a sip of her water, set it on the side table, and sat up more straight and folded her tiny hands.  Her gaze at the children in front of her was quite intent.  “Life got pretty back to normal and went on as it should.  The dead were never forgotten and their memories were kept alive by those who were still here and...

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