Fierce Attachments

I finish the semester, meet someone wrong for me or right, dream that a teapot explodes in my hand, and drive out of town.

I go to Belle. She is out fetching a farm share. I stand under the whirring symphony in her forest. The cicadas are here. Richard is home. The girls are upstairs. In the loft, Harriet has left me a note:

Harriet just turned six. She …