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My Parents Asked Me to Give Back the Farmhouse They Sold Me for $1 So I Moved My Divorced Brother and His Three Kids Into the Upstairs Rooms Instead

Cole asked if the furnace was a monster. Because it made a big loud whoosh when it kicked on.

“That’s not a monster,” Dale told him. “That’s the best seven thousand, eight hundred dollars I ever spent.”

“What’s seven thousand, eight hundred dollars?”

“A lot of hogs,” Dale said.

Cole laughed so hard milk came out his nose.

By nine-thirty, all the kids were upstairs. I could hear the boys arguing over who got the top bunk. Then Jeff’s low voice, settling it. Brody got the top. Cole got Pickles on the dresser as a consolation prize.

I heard Hannah’s door open and close. Then Kenzie’s little voice, through the wall, asking Hannah if she was still awake.

She was.

By ten o’clock, the whole house was quiet.

Dale went to bed. I stayed up at the kitchen table with a cup of decaf and the spiral notebook from the hutch drawer.

I didn’t open it.

I just sat there with my hand resting flat on top of it.

Then I heard Jeff coming down the stairs.

He came down slow. One hand on the railing. The way you do on old stairs in a dark house.

When he stepped into the kitchen light, he was holding something flat against his chest.

It was Mom’s yardstick.

The old wooden one from the lumberyard in Sheldon. With the advertising half worn off. HOGLUND LUMBER & SUPPLY. And a little notch cut at the forty-inch mark, where Grandpa Kirchner once used it to measure a calf.

It had lived on the top shelf of that closet in the little room since before I was born.

And Jeff had a look on his face I hadn’t seen since we were kids.

Since he was five years old and found a litter of kittens up in the haymow. And came running all the way to the house to get me, so I could see them too.

“Tam,” he whispered. “Did you know this was still up there?”

I got up from the table and followed him upstairs.

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