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From: AmandaTracyandFred Sent: 6/12/2006 9:00 PM

Tuesday, July 17, 2006 6:30pm Near El Dorado, Kansas

That evening, Heather poured herself a glass of cognac from a sparkling crystal glass bottle and proceeded to walk back outside. Touching the branches of the old willow tree that stood at the center of the front yard, Heather looked at her solitary home with its crispy grass from the heat waves they'd experienced in the last two weeks. Bumblebees hummed heavily as they floated from one deep purple Four O' Clock blossom to the next. The sun was well on its way to setting and an unusually cool breeze brushed her hair forward. She frowned into the face of the wind, toward the farmhouse. Off in the distance, dark yellowish clouds loomed.

"First, dry heat and then cool breezes." Listening to the world around her, she heard the absence of bird song and saw the breezes picking up loose dust off the sides of the road. The crickets chirped louder than usual. "Not a good sign," she murmured, leaning on a piece of fencing that faced her Aunt Jenny's, wheat farm. Could she truly leave her prairie home that she'd come to love?

From her hip pocket came Hank Williams singing 'Your Cheatin' Heart'. Pulling out her cellphone, she answered the incoming call. "Hi, Aunt Jenny! How are you?"

"Ah kin see you walkin' in the front yard, Heather. You gotta nose fer weather like a beagle huntin' rabbit!"

Thinking about what her mother had said earlier, Heather tried to clean up her speech patterns and then gave up. "Usin' the high-powered binoculars I gave you?" she asked, giving a friendly wave toward the farmhouse.

"Best gift Ah ever got. Not only kin Ah see all the birds so much better now, Ah kin see what's goin' on Mabel's front porch! Land's Sakes! She's smoochin' the preacher's son--"

Heather's mouth dropped open for a minute. "What have Ah done?" she laughed to herself. "Now Aunt Jenny, that's not exactly what they were meant for. You shouldn't be snoopin' on the neighbors!"

An audible sniff answered Heather's admonishment. "Ah saw a beautiful meadowlark. Kin Ah help it if it flew in the same direction as Mabel's front yard?"

"Got your cellar prepared, haven't ya?" Heather asked, fighting hard not to laugh. If Mother only knew, she thought.

"Yes, dear. Got a storm comin' up?"

Looking over the clouds in the sky, Heather's feet crunched against the brown grass. "Sure feels that way. Ah think we've got a big one comin'."

"Oh, Ah hope not, but Ah've got fresh batteries for the flashlights, extra water, dried food to snack on if necessary and a battery powered radio! All the comforts of home!"

"Just keep an eye on the weather reports, Aunt Jenny. We're due."

"By the by, yo' Daddy called me today. He was a-tellin' me that you're lookin' to find a personal pilot's position. Does that mean you'd be movin'?"

"Well, it might, Aunt Jenny. Ah've sent my application in, but Ah haven't heard from him yet. It's a bit too soon anyway. He's a busy man--or so Ah hear."




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