![]() ![]() And manners had not been her long suit to begin with, even a lifetime ago when she lived in a brick house, neatly pressed between a husband and neighbors. But usually by this point in the conversation, it was over. ![]() ![]() She knew how to run off a hunter who’d forgotten when deer season ended-that was her job. She wondered about the proper tone, how to do that. “That wouldn’t suit me.” Man or boy, what was he? His grin dissolved, and he seemed suddenly wounded by her curtness, like a scolded son. “All right if I just follow you for a while?” he asked politely. She measured the silence by the cloud that crossed the sun, and by the two full wood-thrush songs that rang suddenly through the leaves and hung in the air between herself and this man, her-prey? No, her trespasser. Barbara K i n g s o lv e r gun, and he did, though he’d promised not to shoot. ![]()
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