It wasn’t long ago that she’d come to this place, but she was glad she’d ignored the advice of the so-called experts, and came to the flat, Kansas prairie.
There’s something about seeing for miles and miles that can start to work on you. You almost get to the point where you feel like you’re a superhero, looking into tomorrow while it’s still today. Who can see forever but a Kansan? Maybe a Nebraskan, but she didn’t know about such things.
She’d only ever lived in Kansas and that other place. But, she didn’t like to think about that place, so she didn’t…
But she did understand worry. Just like the people who grew up in this wide, flat land…in fact, they don’t know anything else but worry.
Worry about your crops if you’re a farmer, or if you’re a townie, you worry about your lawn. When to cut it. If you should cut it. If the rain will help it to grow, or if the sun will kill it.
But she doesn’t care about that stuff.
She’s got tangly bits to think about…what he’s doing right now…why he left…if he’ll come back. She doesn’t care about the grass…let it grow taller than her…maybe she’ll hide in it, like that one summer she hid in the cornfield. He couldn’t find her, and she guessed he’d just given up.
He didn’t try all that hard…
