Jesse said over breakfast the next morning. “Leaving? Where are you goin’, Pa?” “I’m not sure. I just want to do some traveling around. The thing is, I’m signing the farm over to you, lock, stock, and barrel.” “You don’t have to do that, Pa. Heck, I’ll keep things going here. And I’ll bank your share when I get the crop in.” “You don’t understand, son. I’m not going to be here to get the crop out, and I’m not going to be here for the harvest, so I won’t have a share. It’s all yours,” Jesse said. He looked over and smiled at Ethel Marie, who was feeding the baby. “Besides, you’ll be needing more money, what with the baby and all. You can handle the farm by yourself, can’t you?” “Well, yes, sir, I’m sure I can.” “I’m sure you can as well.” “You’ll keep in touch with me, won’t you, Pa?” “I’m not very good at writing letters, Frank, I never have been. But, from time to time, I’ll write.” “That’s more than we can say for Billy.
