“Hugh Soderstrom was my friend and brother in Christ. He loved life, the farm, Wendy. Oh, man, did he love Wendy. His character was impeccable, and his priorities were solid down the line. However, all was not well in Hugh’s life.” “Larry.” Heisler smiled ruefully and nodded. “And Wendy. She was not happy down on the farm. She encouraged Hugh to sell the land to Jurgen Clontz, but he would not, could not. He did not have the authority. So they had a marriage that was not united in its goals and objectives; in fact, they were one hundred eighty degrees out of phase.” “Maybe kids would have given them more in common. People seem to think they were trying to have children,” I said. Heisler got up and walked over to the door to his office and closed it, then returned to his chair. His voice was softer, lower. “Hugh wanted children. Wendy was ambivalent, but it was a moot point. Hugh was sterile. Tests at University Hospitals proved it. He wanted to adopt. She drew the line.
