“The boys don’t be home very much,” said Mae as they came up into the half light of the loft. “But when they are, they bed up here. There’s plenty of room.” The loft was cluttered, too, with all kinds of odds and ends, but there were two mattresses rolled out on the floor, and fresh sheets and blankets were folded almost neatly on each, waiting to be spread.

“Where do they go when they’re away?” asked Winnie. “What do they do?”

“Oh,” said Mae, “they go different places, do different things. They work at what jobs they can get, try to bring home some of their money. Miles can do carpentering, and he’s a pretty fair blacksmith, too. Jesse now, he don’t ever seem too settled in himself. Course, he’s young.” She stopped and smiled. “That sounds funny, don’t it? Still, it’s true, just the same. So Jesse, he does what strikes him at the moment, working in the fields, or in saloons, things like that, whatever he comes across. But they can’t stay on in any one place for long, you know. None of us can. People get to wondering.” She sighed. “We been in this house about as long as we dare, going on twenty years. It’s a right nice place. Tuck’s got so’s he’s real attached to it. Then, too, it’s off by itself, plenty of fish in the pond, not too far from the towns around. When we need things, we go sometimes to one, sometimes the next, so people don’t come to notice us much. And we sell where we can. But I guess we’ll be moving on, one of these days. It’s just about time.”

It sounded rather sad to Winnie, never to belong anywhere. “That’s too bad,” she said, glancing shyly at Mae. “Always moving around and never having any friends or anything.”

But Mae shrugged off this observation. “Tuck and me, we got each other,” she said, “and that’s a lot. The boys, now, they go their separate ways. They’re some different, don’t always get on too good. But they come home whenever the spirit moves, and every ten years, first week of August, they meet at the spring and come home together so’s we can be a family again for a little while. That’s why we was there this morning. One way or another, it all works out.” She folded her arms and nodded, more to herself than to Winnie. “Life’s got to be lived, no matter how long or short,” she said calmly. “You got to take what comes. We just go along, like everybody else, one day at a time. Funny—we don’t feel no different. Leastways, I don’t. Sometimes I forget about what’s happened to us, forget it altogether. And then sometimes it comes over me and I wonder why it happened to us. We’re plain as salt, us Tucks. We don’t deserve no blessings—if it is a blessing. And, likewise, I don’t see how we deserve to be cursed, if it’s a curse. Still—there’s no use trying to figure why things fall the way they do. Things just are, and fussing don’t bring changes. Tuck, now, he’s got a few other ideas, but I expect he’ll tell you. There! The boys are in from the pond.”