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“But you’ll keep it,” Nell said. It wasn’t a question.
Sam walked over, the beer still in his hand, his face a mess of guilt and stubborn pride. “What are you saying?” real home incest
Nell’s grip on the paddle tightened. “At least she’s here, Sam. Unlike your boys. Or you, for the first three hours.” “But you’ll keep it,” Nell said
But Junie shook her head. “No. Let’s be smarter than them.” She looked back at Sam, then at their mother. “Dad divided us. That was his final, cruelest joke. But the will doesn’t say Sam has to sell. It says he owns the land. And the farm needs that land for the new packing house if it’s going to survive.” “But you’ll keep it
Junie stopped pretending. “What?”