Chapter 22

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌⁠The weather turned brisk, the temperature fell, the dew had frozen in a white sprinkle. Mouths of animals and men steamed. The excavation for the cellar of the new house had been completed, a square gash in a rise of land at the far end of the farm. “Now let it freeze,” Mom was saying. “They can still lay cinder-block.”

“It’s like a dream come true,” said Adele, “them building our house. Land.”

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