Skylark

1

" Stand on the stump, Caleb. Anna, next to him. That will be a good family picture. " that's what he said.

Joshua, the photographer, looked through his big camera at us as we stood on the porch squinting in the sunlight. Caleb wore a white shirt, his hair combed slick to his head, Sarah in a white dress, Papa looking hot and uneasy in his suit. The lace at my neck itched in the summer heat. We had to be still for so long that Caleb began softly, making Sarah smile.

Far off in the distance the dogs, Nick and Lottie, walked slowly through the dry prairie grass. They walked past the cow pond nearly empty of water, past the wagon, past the chickens in the yard. Nick saw us first, then Lottie and they began to run. Caleb looked sideways at me as they jumped the fence and ran to us, running up to stand between Sarah and Papa as if they wanted in the picture, too. We tried not to laugh, but Sarah couldn't help it. She looked up to Papa and she smiled down at her. And Joshua took the picture of us all laughing, Papa smiling at Sarah.
Joshua laughed, too.

" Your aunts will like that picture, " he said to Sarah.

Sarah fanned herself.

" They hardly know what I look like anymore, " she said softly. " I hardly know what they look like anymore. "

I looked at Caleb. I knew Caleb didn't like to think about Sarah and her aunts and her brother and the sea she had left behind.

" It's Maine you came from, isn't it? " said Joshua.

" Yes, " said Sarah.

" She lives here now, " said Caleb loudly.

Papa put his hand on Caleb's head.

" That she does, " said Joshua, smiling.

He turned and looked out over the cornfield, the plans so dry they rattled in the wind.

" But I bet Maine is green, " Joshua said in a low voice. He looked out over the land with a faraway look, as if he were somewhere else. " We sure could use rain. I remember a long time ago, you remember it, Jacob. The water dried up, the fields so dry that the leaves fell like dust. And then the winds came. My grandfather packed up his family and left. "

" Did he come back? " asked Caleb.

Joshua turned.

" No, " he said, " he never came back. "

Joshua packed up the last of his things and up in his wagon.

Papa looked at Sarah.

" It will rain, " he said.

We watched the wagon go off down the road.

" It will rain, " Papa repeated softly.

" Will you worry if it doesn't rain? " asked Caleb.

" Yes, but we'll get along, " said Papa. " We always get along. "

" Imagine having to leave, " said Sarah.

Papa took of his jacket.

" We'd never leave, Sarah, " he said. " We were born here. Our names are written in this land. "

When Papa and Sarah went inside the house, Caleb looked at me. I knew what he was going to say, and I didn't want to hear it.

" Sarah wasn't born here, " he said.

I picked up the pail of grain for the chickens.

" I know that, Caleb, " I said crossly. " Papa knows it, too. "

Caleb took a stick and bent down in the dirt. I watched him write SARAH. He looked up at me.

" I'm writing Sarah's name in the land, " he said smiling.

" You can't even spell, Caleb, " I said. " You can't. "

I walked away. When I turned to look at Caleb, he was staring at me with a sad face. I wanted to say I was sorry for being cross with him. But I didn't.

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" Happily ever after, " said Caleb when Papa married Sarah. " Now we'll live happily ever after. That's what stories say. "

Caleb said that all through the summer and the fall when the prairie grasses turned yellow, and though first winter Sarah and Papa were married. He said it all winter long, when the wind blew around the corners of the house and ice sat slick on the windows. He said it when he fell through the ice on the Slough and had to sit in a tub of warm water, his teeth chattering.

" I like the sound of it, " Caleb told me.

" Happily ever after. "