Anybody home?” Julianna rapped on the screen door of the dairy farmhouse a second time. “It’s Julianna Larson, and Ben Taylor.” She lowered her voice and whispered to Jon. “They don’t know you, Steve, so I’ll wait until they answer to introduce you.” The main door behind the screen was wide open, allowing Julianna to see a long hallway with a wooden floor leading back to the kitchen, but no response came from within the house. Jon stood beside her on the narrow porch, gripping his bag of belongings and sipping nervously at a warm bottle of Pepsi, but Elijah waited at the bottom of the steps with his hands jammed in his jeans pockets. He felt exposed and childish with no shirt, and he kept his gaze firmly on his white sneakers as he kicked at a stone by the bottom step. He’d noted Julianna’s name without much interest; he guessed it didn’t really matter if he knew what to call her or not. The air was thick with sharp smells: cow manure and hay, roses and freshly turned dirt, honeysuckle and cut grass.
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