He told himself that once Momma died and the house was his outright, he’d sell it for whatever he could get and then he’d into town and knock on pretty little Emmylou’s door and when her father answered he’d say sir, I’m here to take your daughter as my wife. He imagined the old man would balk, but he’d stand firm. And if the door closed, well, he’d sit right down on their porch and play his banjo until she come out.

But Momma lived through the first winter and the next, even though the doctors said it was impossible.


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