Easter arrived in April.<\/p>\n
By then, most of the snow had disappeared.<\/p>\n
Only a few dirty patches remained along the ditches and beneath the northern side of the shelterbelt.<\/p>\n
The fields were muddy.<\/p>\n
Geese had returned to the sky, flying north in long formations.<\/p>\n
Steve and I drove from Bismarck on Saturday afternoon.<\/p>\n
I hadn't visited the farm since the January emergency.<\/p>\n
That made the drive feel different.<\/p>\n
I kept looking toward the fields as we approached the property.<\/p>\n
Then I saw the white propane tank.<\/p>\n
The small monitoring device was attached to its side.<\/p>\n
A green light blinked steadily.<\/p>\n
I found myself looking at it longer than necessary.<\/p>\n
That little green light meant the cooperative was watching the fuel level.<\/p>\n
It meant another delivery would be arranged before Mom ran out.<\/p>\n
I was relieved.<\/p>\n
But I also knew that a full tank couldn't repair everything.<\/p>\n
Mom opened the kitchen door when we arrived.<\/p>\n
She wore a blue cardigan, an apron, and a pair of slippers.<\/p>\n
No winter coat.<\/p>\n
No knitted hat.<\/p>\n
I looked past her into the kitchen.<\/p>\n
The thermometer showed seventy-one degrees.<\/p>\n
"Hello, sweetheart," Mom said.<\/p>\n
She hugged me.<\/p>\n
I held her a little longer than usual.<\/p>\n
She laughed softly.<\/p>\n
"What's wrong with you?"<\/p>\n
"Nothing, Mom."<\/p>\n
I looked at her cardigan.<\/p>\n
"You look comfortable."<\/p>\n
"I am."<\/p>\n
She stepped aside to let Steve carry our bags inside.<\/p>\n
The house smelled of coffee and something baking.<\/p>\n
I glanced toward Dad's old recliner.<\/p>\n
The crocheted blanket was folded across its seat.<\/p>\n
Mom still used it.<\/p>\n
But this time, she wasn't wearing gloves.<\/p>\n
That mattered more to me than I expected.<\/p>\n
Sunday morning, the family began arriving.<\/p>\n
Rob came from Rugby with his wife, Linda.<\/p>\n
Dean drove from Fargo with Kelly and their two teenagers.<\/p>\n
Steve spent some time watching a baseball game with Rob's son.<\/p>\n
The teenagers settled in the living room with their phones.<\/p>\n
It was an ordinary family gathering.<\/p>\n
Almost.<\/p>\n
I knew what I wanted to discuss.<\/p>\n
Rob and Dean knew something had happened.<\/p>\n
But none of us had explained anything to the others.<\/p>\n
We waited.<\/p>\n
Mom prepared Easter dinner.<\/p>\n
Ham was roasting in the oven.<\/p>\n
Scalloped potatoes sat ready in a baking dish.<\/p>\n
Green beans were waiting beside the stove.<\/p>\n
Two kuchens rested on the counter.<\/p>\n
One was peach.<\/p>\n
The other was prune.<\/p>\n
Mom had learned the recipe from Grandma decades earlier.<\/p>\n
She still made them the same way.<\/p>\n
I helped arrange the rolls beneath a clean kitchen towel.<\/p>\n
For a while, I almost forgot about January.<\/p>\n
Then I heard a car pull into the driveway.<\/p>\n
I looked through the kitchen window.<\/p>\n
It was Pam's tan Chevrolet Malibu.<\/p>\n
The windshield still had the crack I remembered.<\/p>\n
She parked near the back entrance.<\/p>\n
A moment later, she stepped out.<\/p>\n
Pam was fifty-seven.<\/p>\n
She had always been practical about clothing and appearance.<\/p>\n
Her hair was short and gray.<\/p>\n
She wore a white blouse and navy skirt.<\/p>\n
Her church clothes.<\/p>\n
But something about her looked different.<\/p>\n
She seemed exhausted.<\/p>\n
I noticed immediately that Mark wasn't with her.<\/p>\n
Pam opened the rear door and reached inside.<\/p>\n
Then she pulled out a cardboard box.<\/p>\n
She also carried a large red Folgers coffee container.<\/p>\n
The three-pound size.<\/p>\n
I watched her walk toward the kitchen.<\/p>\n
She entered without saying much.<\/p>\n
"Happy Easter," she said.<\/p>\n
Nobody answered immediately.<\/p>\n
Not because we didn't want to.<\/p>\n
We were all watching the box.<\/p>\n
Pam placed it on the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
Then she put the coffee container beside it.<\/p>\n
The sound of the plastic can touching the wooden surface seemed unusually loud.<\/p>\n
Dean lowered the fork he had been using to take a small piece of kuchen.<\/p>\n
Rob placed his coffee cup down.<\/p>\n
Mom turned from Dad's recliner.<\/p>\n
Pam looked at all of us.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n
Her face was tired, but she wasn't avoiding my eyes.<\/p>\n
"I need to talk before we eat."<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
She placed both hands on the table.<\/p>\n
"Connie has been waiting for me to explain what happened in January."<\/p>\n
I felt my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n
Pam continued.<\/p>\n
"But I don't want her to have to tell you."<\/p>\n
She glanced toward Rob and Dean.<\/p>\n
"I want to explain it myself."<\/p>\n
I didn't interrupt.<\/p>\n
For eleven weeks, I had imagined what this conversation might sound like.<\/p>\n
I had expected anger.<\/p>\n
Perhaps accusations.<\/p>\n
Maybe an argument about the account.<\/p>\n
But Pam wasn't shouting.<\/p>\n
She looked almost frightened.<\/p>\n
And that made me uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
She pulled out a chair.<\/p>\n
Before sitting, she placed one hand on the coffee container.<\/p>\n
"I brought something," she said.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at Mom.<\/p>\n
"I should have brought it sooner."<\/p>\n
Mom's hands rested on the crocheted blanket.<\/p>\n
She didn't speak.<\/p>\n
Pam took a breath.<\/p>\n
"Please let me finish before anybody says anything."<\/p>\n
Rob nodded.<\/p>\n
Dean looked at me.<\/p>\n
I nodded, too.<\/p>\n
Pam sat down.<\/p>\n
Then she reached for the red Folgers can.<\/p>\n
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