Regina
Things were calm between Jeff and me as we packed up and left the Remmington to go catch the train back to Rutberg. When our bags had been loaded in the back of a taxi, he picked up my hands and held it as we moved slowly through the congested city streets. We sat together on the train, and chatted quietly about nothing important as we rocked gently across the countryside, leaving the city behind for fields and forests.
When we arrived back in our small city, one of Jeff’s farm hands came to collect us. Conversation shifted to farm matters, pastures to be rotated and fields to be planted. I sat in the back seat, listening, and watching Jeff’s profile as he talked. He became so animated, his hands gesturing, his grin wide as they talked of community supported agriculture and
