He came out the last week of April this year.
He took a week of vacation to do it.
I set the planter. I checked the thermometer on the nail in the shop. Seven in the morning, three days running. Fifty degrees.
Then I put my brother in the tractor seat on the home quarter. And I stood on the step beside him for the first round. The same way Dad stood beside me when I was eleven years old.
He planted it straight.
A man with satellite guidance ought to plant straight, and I told him so. He said he’d take it anyway.
At the end rows, he throttled down and looked back over his shoulder at what he’d done.
Sixteen clean lines running north all the way to the fence.
“Is that right?” he asked.
“That’s right,” I said. “That’s just exactly right.”
He nodded. He didn’t say anything.
I looked off toward the pivot to give him a minute.
Theresa brought lunch out to the field at noon. Sandwiches and a thermos of coffee and a whole pie. We ate sitting on the tailgate of Dad’s pickup, the three of us, with the planter parked in the end rows and the meadowlarks going on the fence posts.
Butch drove by on the county road and honked twice. He didn’t stop. He didn’t need to.
I still feed out of that old truck every morning at five-thirty.
Phil keeps telling me the place can afford a newer one now. I keep telling him this one is paid for.
The gloves are still on the dash. Curled into the shape of my father’s hands.
The seed corn cap sits right next to them now. Where Phil put it.
The letter is in the house. In my mother’s Bible, on the shelf in the kitchen. Theresa said a thing like that ought to be kept indoors.
But the envelope with the arithmetic on the back, the one with Phil’s numbers and the line drawn under them, is back in the bank bag. Under the passenger side of the seat.
I put it back exactly where he left it.
For four months, I wouldn’t reach over there. I told myself it was still his side.
I reach across to his side now.
It turns out there was room over there the whole time.
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