By Anne Rivers Siddons
After twenty-one years Micah (Mike) Winship is making the large move--she's going domestic for a trip. She hasn't been again considering the fact that 1963, while her father threw her out, yet now he's demise and inquiring for her. And even if she is armed along with her capable journalism occupation and the power came across after her divorce, she is nearing 40 and her refined city way of life is falling apart.Heading domestic, Mike is unprepared for a earlier that has lain in watch for her--one that incorporates an outdated love, a spoiled sister, and a plot to grab her family's land. And in attempting to comprehend her long-forgotten self, she learns finally these classes most sensible discovered early approximately love and loss, relations and forgiveness, and the indisputable desire for a spot referred to as domestic.
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I am him, and he is me. And she would know with an honesty far beyond her years that it did not matter in the least with what coin she had bought the belonging, nor how late. That only the belonging mattered. To belong. To be Mike Winship and to belong to John Winship and to Bayard Sewell. I have done well, she knew within herself. Even DeeDee, worn with teaching, housework, and caring for the new baby, and thickening with Kraft Macaroni and Cheese Dinners, approved. “Imagine my little scrawny chicken sister with a man like this,” she said.
He mourned their passing long and passionately. Hardly a day went by that he did not capture small, squealing DeeDee after he returned home from work and drive the two miles down Highway 29 along the Atlanta and West Point tracks to where the old white house stood beside the road, its fallow fields sliding away into the fading sun. He kept the house roofed, painted, and squared. It was his fancy to keep fires laid in the whitewashed fireplaces, ready for the match. He paid the tenants, who stayed on working the only land they had ever known, to keep the hedges trimmed and the swept yard tidy, and he himself attended to the grape and scuppernong arbors and the field of daffodil bulbs that made a blazing yellow splendor beside the highway every spring.
He was old enough to have fine, webbed lines in the thin, pouched skin around his prominent white-blue eyes, but that might have been from the sun. When Wesley was not working his father’s fields, he was abroad on his HarleyDavidson. Mike had never heard him say a word in Priss’s class. “It’s because he was a nigger,” Wesley drawled adenoidally. ” There was absolute silence. It rang in Mike’s ears; it seemed to go on forever. She snapped her head around to look at Priss Comfort. As Priss opened her mouth to deliver doom, the class exploded in laughter, and whatever she had been going to say was drowned out.