We had no preparation for such an event. We were emotionally quiet people. We had no training in relationship drama. How could we have? Our farm was like so many others. We had the usual scruffy backyard, never clean enough, with cows parading in and out twice a day, leaving their calling cards in great flat plashes a few feet from our back door. We had a pigsty on the wrong side of the wind, so that winter and summer we had no choice but to be aware of what Mother called her “second family,” long, pinkish, snouted folk whose quick intelligence and easy responses delighted her. She was so fond of them that she scrubbed them with a yard brush. “The only woman in Ireland to wash pigs,” Large Lily said. “There’s people who don’t wash their children as often.” And yes, we had a couple of good horses, and yes, an excellent motorcar, and a small truck, and yes, one of the first tractors in that part of the county—but that all came from management, not style. But we had no “style”
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