oklahoma 2:3

I drove on, not wanting to be late to this meeting. But then I thought about the other missed meetings, and how unlikely this one was and how sad the kids would be and how stupid I'd feel again when nothing came of all the phone calls, all of us standing around in Nowhere, Oklahoma with nothing, but more phone calls to make. Want to go play in that manure? I said. Gross, said Jill, but she could stay in the car, and I could see Jack brighten. Sure, I said. We were only a few miles on. I turned off through another field and drove back. At first it was like it wasn't there now, like we'd scared the manure back into hiding, caught it unawares in this deserted road and night, spooked it out. But we found it, not as bright as my memory. I can't believe this, Jill said as we stopped in the eerie, pumpkin light. Something like a whimper came from Jack.

move on...