pasture. âYou get used to it after a while. Except Mary never did. Thatâs why she planted all them lilac bushes.â He waves an arm toward the row of shrubs next to the pasture. âLilacs hide the smell of manure. Too bad they donât bloom year round.â
FJ shakes hands with Mr. Puffin and introduces me. âFrankie Joeâs my oldest boy . . .â
Yeah, I think. The dumb, insensitive one.
â. . . and heâs staying with us for a spell.â
I can see the curiosity in the old manâs eyes, but he just holds his hand out to me so I can shake it.
âPleased to meet you,â I say. âSorry to hear of your loss.â I give FJ a how-was-that? look.
He gives me a smile, then looks toward the pasture. âWhen are you gonna give up these cows, Harvey? I doubt theyâre making you enough to pay for their keep.â
âProbably right, Frank. But I got nothinâ better to do, now Maryâs gone.â
I trail behind FJ and Mr. Puffin as they pull ears of corn off stalks, peel back husks, and talk about how the ears are filling out. Watching them puncture kernels with their thumbnails to test for moisture, I ask if I can try.
âSure thing.â Mr. Puffin pulls another ear off a stalk and hands it to me. âYou know why too much moistureâs bad?â
âFrankie Joeâs not from around here,â FJ says quickly, âso he doesnât know about such things . . .â
I feel my shoulders droop. Iâm back to being dumb.
â. . . but Iâm sure heâd like to learn.â
Mr. Puffin turns to me. âYou donât want too much moisture âcause then the corn has to dry before we can store it. You donât, itâll mold.â
âI know what mold is.â I think about of our refrigerator back in Texas. âMold grows on food, and you have to throw it out. Except on cheese; you can cut it off of cheese.â
âThatâs right,â Mr. Puffin says. âWhat about shrink on corn? You know what that is?â
âNo sir.â
âItâs the weight loss that occurs during the drying process. Itâs better if the corn dries natural in the field, else we have to use mechanical processes to dry it out. Thatâs costly, affects your profit.â
I push my thumbnail into a kernel to see how dry it is.
âSmell it,â he tells me.
âThe corn?â
âYeah. See if it smells musty or sour or garlicky.â
Garlicky? I take a sniff as he tells me about other things that can affect profit, like smut balls and insect infestation.
âSmutâs a fungus that looks just like what itâs calledâblack sootâbut itâs really a parasite.â He grins. âAnd Iâm sure you know what bugs like to eat.â
âCorn and beans,â I say, grinning, too.
After the corn, we move to another field and do similar kinds of tests on soybeans. I learn how to pop open the shells and run my thumb inside the pale green pods to break the beans loose. I also learn about orange ladybugs that eat tiny insects called âaphids,â which suck the sap out of plants. We walk up and down rows of soybeans, eyeballing the leaves and plants for signs of fungus and insect damage, which can stunt the plant and affect yield.
âGood shrink on the corn, Harvey,â FJ says at the end of all the eyeballing and squeezing and smelling. âBeans look good, too.â
The old man looks pleased when FJ makes his final assessment. We walk back toward the house through corn so tall the sky all but disappears. The long leaves on the corn wrap around me, making me feel invisible.
A person could disappear in all this corn. . . .
Before I know it, Iâm thinking about my plan to light out for Texas. Seeing my friends again. Telling Mr. OâHare about the farm machinery inside the big barns. Describing the color of the
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