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Todd Mercer Christmas at the Canyon House AFTER WE KNITTED UP FROM OUR INJURIES sustained when a drunk man drove through our living-room and the contractors finished the rebuild, Jane was back to her normal routine, seemingly unaffected. Only an absolute cataclysm can throw her off her game for long. It’s been different for me. I jump when it hails outside, sleet pelting the metal roof and windows, wondering if part of a brokenup airplane might land on us next. Or a dumpster dropped by a neglectful operator of a very tall construction crane. Ready for a meteorite. I can’t relax. Jane if anything is responding with even more zest for life. She’s healthy-minded. Her second career in real estate is going tremendously well. She becomes so attached to “her houses” that customers line up to give her money in hopes of feeling a bond that strong. These are happy people. Jane’s the best at what she does. We’re going to host Christmas, try to get each kid’s family here. Guess it’s been four years since we gathered. Jane’s telling me the menu while I’m watching out the front window for a stray car skidding off the road. It keeps not happening, but I can’t stop checking. We’re serving lamb chops and oyster stew. After the front yard was filled and re-sodded, Jane planted a colorful mix of annuals, a foot in from the new concrete curb. It 187

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Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019  

The Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019 issue spotlights superb poetry and prose by brilliant contributors from around the globe. Enjoy 2...

Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019  

The Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019 issue spotlights superb poetry and prose by brilliant contributors from around the globe. Enjoy 2...

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