“They rode on in silence for a time. Adam went on, ‘I came out of the army like dragging myself muddy out of a swamp. I wandered for a long time before going home to a remembered place I did not love.’
‘Your father?’
‘He died, and home was a place to sit around or work around, waiting for death the way you might wait for a dreadful picnic.’”
— Apr 19, 2026 09:25PM
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