Caddy said early the next morning. “I could’ve gotten Boom when he gets off at the County Barn, but it’ll be nice to get this all distributed before then. It’s supposed to get down to five degrees tonight.” “Remind me why we live here again?” Diane Tull said, driving her old Ford, loaded down with boxes of warm clothes from The River and twelve radiators the Jericho General Store had donated. “I could sell seed and feed down in Florida.” “There are times when I think this county is a paradise,” Caddy said, leaning against the passenger-door window, farmland and long stretches of pine zipping by. “But then you see the ugliness of what we’ve done to this place, all the logging, busted-up trailers, and stripping of anything that can make a buck. We didn’t need a tornado to rip this town apart. We just needed a few more good years.” “God gives us spring to make amends for it,” Diane said.
