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“I want you to buy me a knapsack,”

that would belong only to her. When it no

she told him, “Just like the one that the

longer made sense to hope, she turned

farmer’s daughter has, only bigger and

to self-pity then rage. The calf had taken

blue instead of green. Can you remember

advantage of her, had spent her precious

that?” The calf had tucked the money

money on a bus ticket and boarded

into his cheek before being led out of the

thinking, so long, sucker.

barn. “And wouldn’t you know it,” the cow later complained, “Isn’t it just my luck that he never came back?”

It was a consolation then to overhear the farmer talking to his wife and learn that taking an animal into town was a

She’d spent the first few days of his

euphemism for hitting him in the head

absence in a constant, almost giddy,

with an electric hammer. So long, sucker.

state of anticipation. Watching the barn door, listening for the sound of the truck, waiting for that knapsack, something

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