Kathy nodded, fighting a sudden, hot stinging in her eyes, clinging to Larry and thinking herself silly to cry.
He touched her face. “You know I’m sorry to see you go.”
“I love you, Larry. But I have to do this.”
He sighed. “If you can do a trip like this every week or two, you’ll make us all rich.”
She shook her head. “It’s not for the money.”
“I know. But we’re thinking about buying this place.”
She started the engine and pulled out of the barn, slowly moving down the driveway and toward the gate. She had not answered Jose’s look, the knowing in his eyes, his awareness that she was moving away without Larry.
At the gate, she looked up into the rearview mirror, only to see Larry and Jose get smaller as she turned onto the main road.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
PAMELA JOHNSON was born in New Orleans, Louisiana, and migrated to Berkeley, California, in 1966. A Phi Beta Kappa graduate of UC Berkeley in anthropology, she went on to earn master’s degrees in education at Mills College and in English at Holy Names University, both schools in Oakland. A former teacher and university professor, she is actively involved in social and environmental issues and views her writing as an extension of her politics. She is married and currently divides her time between a ranch in the Sierra foothills of California and Ocho Rios, Jamaica. Look for her next book in A Nation of Mystics, Book Two: The Tribe, to be released through Stone Harbour Press.
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