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  1. Cover
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Chapter 27
  29. Chapter 28
  30. Chapter 29
  31. Chapter 30
  32. Chapter 31
  33. Chapter 32
  34. Chapter 33
  35. Chapter 34
  36. Chapter 35
  37. Chapter 36
  38. Chapter 37
  39. Chapter 38
  40. Chapter 39
  41. Chapter 40
  42. Chapter 41
  43. Chapter 42
  44. Chapter 43
  45. Chapter 44
  46. Chapter 45
  47. Chapter 46
  48. Chapter 47
  49. Chapter 48
  50. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Yeah, that was never going to happen. I never showed anybody anything I wrote, not that anybody’d ever asked to see it before. I figured I’d better change the subject quick.

“So what brought y’all to Benign?” I said.

“Nice deflection,” said Luther.

“I did deflect, didn’t I?” I said.

“Absolutely you did,” said Cass. “But no worries. I’m sure I’ll read your poetry soon enough. But as for your question, Stephens and Jack grew up here. I came from Kentucky, and Luther’s from Mississippi.”

“I just don’t get why you guys would come here of all places,” I said. “I mean, I’m glad you did, but how did you hear about the Farm?”

“You kidding me?” said Stephens. “Your grandmother’s a fucking legend. The Farm was a pretty amazing thing back in the day. An actual utopia.”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“You know, how it was like the perfect society and all that,” said Luther. “Share and share alike, everyone’s equal, no one left behind.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said.

“Dude,” said Stephens. “That is crazy. How do we know more about your family than you do?”

“The Farm was a kind of commune,” said Cass. “It got national coverage in the news and everything. It would have gone on forever had your uncle not died. How do you not know any of this?”

I didn’t know if it was the beer already going to my head (yeah, I’m that much of a lightweight) or what, but that kind of got to me a little bit. I mean, I knew from the tapes of Jeremiah’s sermons that people came to the Farm to hear him preach, and Grandma had said other folks used to live there. But I had no idea it was famous. I hated that I’d missed everything, that nobody had ever even bothered to tell me. It made me pretty mad at my mom, to be honest with you. This was my legacy too, you know? It was where I came from.

“Well, my mom didn’t talk about her past much,” I said.

“That’s a fucking shame,” said Stephens. “My dad used to live on the Farm, and he never shuts up about it. Said it was the happiest time of his life. That’s part of why I hooked up with this crew and moved out here. I wanted to see if it lived up to the hype.”

“And does it?” I said.

They all looked back and forth at each other like they had some kind of secret.

“It remains to be seen,” said Luther.

A foot stomp and a wolf howl sounded from the roof.

“Oh shit,” said Stephens. “Jack’s onto something.”

Jack was waving his arms for everybody to hush.

“Quiet down now!” hollered Jack from the roof. “I got an announcement to make!”