This page contains a Flash digital edition of a book.
Washerwoman By Kristine Giardin Sometimes she wished that he had been there that night. It was a

strange thought, not logical or even possible. But, if there was a way to take Bobby back to that night, then maybe he would have understood. How lines blur and moments twist and shudder. Maybe then, he could have forgiven his brother for trespassing. For taking what was not his.

How could she ever explain to him that as years passed, she began to understand Eddie? She had let Bobby do her hating. She had peeled off the guilt like a sweater; it was easier that way.

Their farm had been a short distance from her simple one level home. It was a familiar walk, full of green trees and blue sky. It was hilly there, and the open meadows seemed to draw pockets of air, so that leaves would spiral in drifts, and her hair would lift off her face. The wide pastures and wooden barns were soothing to Brenda, who sometimes felt suffocated by the sharp presence of her mother.

Bobby‘s father, like the four generations before him, owned and worked Bunnell Farm. Over a hundred acres of forest and field, large red barns with crumbling stone foundations and hand hewn beams that spanned stall after stall. They also had a tiny white farmhouse that always needed painting.

Bobby had a gentle nature about him that seemed at odds with the life cycle of a farm. The first time his father made him slaughter a chicken, he threw up. His father made him kill four more, and eventually he would just dry heave.

Eddie, at age eleven, had killed his first deer and helped his father skin it. He found satisfaction in the smell of blood, in the veins of blue and twisted pink innards he‘d cut open and studied. When he was older, his guns got bigger, and his father was proud of the one hundred and forty pound stag he‘d landed, one of the many heads that lined the den wall.

Page 1  |  Page 2  |  Page 3  |  Page 4  |  Page 5  |  Page 6  |  Page 7  |  Page 8  |  Page 9  |  Page 10  |  Page 11  |  Page 12  |  Page 13  |  Page 14  |  Page 15  |  Page 16  |  Page 17  |  Page 18  |  Page 19  |  Page 20  |  Page 21  |  Page 22  |  Page 23  |  Page 24  |  Page 25  |  Page 26  |  Page 27  |  Page 28  |  Page 29  |  Page 30  |  Page 31  |  Page 32  |  Page 33  |  Page 34  |  Page 35  |  Page 36  |  Page 37  |  Page 38  |  Page 39  |  Page 40  |  Page 41  |  Page 42