of their own food as possible, seeing that they had the land. Then there was Princess to milk and chickens to feed and in the past year theyâd added pigs. Thankfully Brandon did the butchering, but the care of the animals had become part of her duties.
The animals tied them to the farm, so it was unusual to get away for more than a few hours. In the last four or five years, Joanie had come to feel isolated, to doubt her own sanity and lately her femininity, her attractiveness. Itâd been weeks since theyâd last made love, weeks since theyâd done anything but fall into bed at the end of the day, too exhausted to even kiss. Whatever romance had existed in their marriage now seemed dead.
Their argument that afternoon had started out as an innocent conversation on the drive into town, a mere mention of the washing machine, which was about to give up the ghost.
âWe canât afford a new one,â Brandon had snapped.
Her mistake, Joanie realized, was mentioning the two-hundred-thousand-dollar combine Brandon had purchased two years earlier. They couldnât afford an eight-hundred-dollar washing machine, but forking over six figures for a combine was done without blinking twice.
That remark had sent their afternoon on a downward spiral. By the time they reached town, sheâd walked over to Hansenâs Grocery on her own while Brandon headed for Buffalo Bobâs. Heâd had three beers before she joined him.
Despite his sullen demeanor, Joanie had tried to make the best of the situation. Hoping to put the argument behind them, sheâd asked Buffalo Bob about the karaoke machine heâd recently purchased. Heâd been eager to have someone try it out and so, with everyone watching, Joanie had gotten up to sing an old Beatles song. Her singing voice was halfway decent and sheâd earned a hearty round of applause. Soon others, their inhibitions no doubt loosened by several beers, were taking their turns, and Buffalo Bob had thanked her for getting things rolling.
Then, on the drive home, Brandon had accused her of flirting.
âWith whom?â sheâd cried.
Heâd been silent for a long moment before he said, âBuffalo Bob.â
The idea was ludicrous and she didnât know whether to laugh or act insulted. Instead of doing either, she said nothing. When they got home, Brandon had stormed off to the barn and sheâd left almost immediately to pick up the kids.
Her appetite was dismal and the kids were filled up on excitement and birthday cake, so sheâd just made a chefâs salad for dinner. Brandon had taken one look at it and claimed he wasnât hungry. Joanie had sat at the dinner table alone with her children.
âIs Daddy mad?â Sage asked. Her daughter had always been sensitive to her parentsâ moods.
âOf course not, sweetheart,â sheâd assured her, wanting to lay the eight-year-oldâs fears to rest.
âHow come he isnât eating dinner with us?â
âWell, becauseâ¦â Joanie groped for a believable excuse. âBecause we went into town while you were at the birthday party and had a little party of our own.â
The excuse satisfied their son, whoâd shown only minor concern over Brandonâs absence from the dinner table, but Sage didnât look convinced. âMaybe I should make Daddy a sandwich and take it out to him.â
âIf he wants something to eat, heâll say so,â Joanie insisted. She wasnât going to pander to Brandonâs moods, and she wasnât about to let their daughter fall into that trap, either. Joanie felt sheâd put together a perfectly good salad, and if he wanted something else, he could damn well cook it himself.
After dinner, the kids watched a favorite Disney video. By nine they were ready for bed, tired out from the dayâs activity. Joanie tucked them in, listened to their prayers and came back downstairs.
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