Shoeless Joe Page 25
I place Karin on my shoulder, like a small sack of corn. Annie hugs my waist, her face against my arm, and we make our way first to the gate, which Annie and I lock by forcing the silver point through the silver ring, and then on toward the house.
On the porch, we turn to look at the silent, satiny green of the field. I press the switch, and, like a candle going out, the scar of lights disappears. Above the farm, a moon bright as butter silvers the night as Annie holds the door open for me.
