No, I had our supper cooked two hours ago.
They walked back in the street to the house that was still lit up in the night and Berta May and the girl went inside. The others stood out on the sidewalk and watched, the lights were turned off one by one and the old house went dark again except at the back.
We should go home too, Willa said. It’s time.
Yes. Good night, Alene said.
Lyle said good night and Lorraine put her arms around him and he got in his car and drove off and the Johnson women drove off toward the sandhills.
Lorraine laced her arm through her mother’s arm and they went inside and turned on the lamp at Dad’s chair by the window so the light shone out into the side yard and then they went back to the kitchen and sat together at the table and drank coffee and talked a little very quietly.
That was on a night in August. Dad Lewis died early that morning and the young girl Alice from next door got lost in the evening and then found her way home in the dark by the streetlights of town and so returned to the people who loved her.
And in the fall the days turned cold and the leaves dropped off the trees and in the winter the wind blew from the mountains and out on the high plains of Holt County there were overnight storms and three-day blizzards.
Acknowledgments
The author wishes to thank Gary Fisketjon, Nancy Stauffer, Mark and Virginia Spragg,
Mark and Kathy Haruf, Gabrielle Brooks, Carol Carson, Ruthie Reisner, Kathleen Fridella,
Jim and Jane Elmore, Peter and Jill Brown, Will Archuletta, Lura McKinley, Leslie
Stockton, Rev. Andy Dunning, Rev. George Christie, Dr. Paul Ilecki, Rev. Saundra Nottingham,
Sorel Haruf, Whitney Haruf, Chaney Haruf Matsukis, Jane Templeton, Virginia Davis,
Heather Austin, and especially Cathy Haruf.