He was more subdued than usual. “Ma,” he said as she started for the door, “Wade says he’s leaving.” “I know,” she said. “Can’t you make him stay?” “I don’t think so.” “I’ll miss him.” “I know, love. So will I. Good night now.” He turned over, and she sensed he wasn’t at all satisfied with her answers. Neither was she. She wished she could come up with a way to change Wade’s mind. She waited a little while until she thought he was asleep. She brushed her hair and left it down and looked in the mirror. Her heart thumped as if she were sixteen with her first beau. Deep inside, she knew what she was about to do was foolish. Going to him tonight would only place him more securely in her heart and soul, only make his leaving worse. Yet it would give her memories, too. She swallowed hard and went out the door, almost running. Once inside the barn, Mary Jo let her eyes get accustomed to the darkness. There was only a faint light coming from under his door.
