Chapter 39 – Wayward Son
Sunday Evening, October 18th
Crane Family Farm
“Jesse,” Faye called out from the kitchen, “do you want another slice of rhubarb pie?”
He patted his full belly as his daughters looked on and laughed. “Better not,” he answered.
Beth rolled her eyes at him. “Papa, you’re the only one that likes that stuff. You best eat it now while it’s still fresh, like grandma always tells you.”
“Hush child,” he told her. “It’ll get eaten. And, I ain’t the only one.” He looked down the table and waggled a finger toward Marco who was seated at the opposite end. “He about licked his plate down there, he liked it so much.”
“Well then,” came the voice from the kitchen again, “Marco, would you like another piece?”
“You people are going to be the death of me with these big Sunday
