She cut the cowpatty in half and put on the corn tea. She sat at the table. The old man patted her wrist, “You are so kind to me, David.”
“Who’s David?” she asked. He shook his head, “Lost in the war,” he mumbled,”So much loss.”
She had found the old man wandering in her yard. “We called it the War for the Greater Good,” he shook his head again. “We’ve rebuilt,” she said.
“I did that,” he said pointing to a crack in the moulding, “This was David’s house.” “Bonkers,” she thought as she added biodiesel to the lamp.
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