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| Abe Tucker |
Highway 73 was in need of repair. It had always been a rough road, but now it was worse. There were ruts that required careful navigation, and some of them were filled with water from recent storms. The going was slow, but eventually he came to that part of the road that was in fair shape. He continued on his way, knowing that April Fields was not too far distant.
Not too far out of town, the woods ended. John then began to pass by large cornfields. A few minutes later, he passed the home of Abe Tucker.
Mr. Abe Tucker had been a farmer all of his life. The cornfields John had passed were owned by him, but they were being farmed by his son-in-law. When Tucker's wife passed away, he decided to withdraw from the farming business. He was well and truly retired. His family saw to all of his needs.
As was his custom, Abe Tucker was sitting in his rocking chair on the front porch of his home. John passed by and the two men waved to one another. He and John were friends who spoke with one another every time they met. On this day the two did not talk to one another. After waving to John, Mr. Tucker got out of his chair, descended his porch steps, and walked behind the house. He disappeared from John's view.
John arrived in April Fields shortly after noon. When he got there, Smith's Lumberyard was about to close for lunch. Not only that; John was informed that there were two customers ahead of him.
John spent the next hour window-shopping. He didn't make any purchases. Finally, he went to Bertha's Cafe to eat lunch. He finished his meal by enjoying two cups of coffee, and he headed back toward the lumberyard when it seemed certain that it would be open again.
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