Down by the barn Mitch leaned against the rails of the mule lot. His brother's wife was standing very near, and he could smell the faint fragrance of her. She moved in close until the top of her head was under his chin. She turned her face up to his."Why don't you like me, Mitch?" she asked softly. The hot blood came up in him, roared in his ears, the way it did when he held his breath too long swimming underwater and the weight on his chest was choking him.