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You Picked a Fine Time to Leave Me, Helen

ByMike McGinty

Without a word, the hired hand, Ray, took the circular metal brush from me and swiped the offending brown mess away with one quick motion. I tried in vain to wipe the look of disgust off my face, but my curled lip would not be denied and my nose crinkled like a leg that involuntarily kicks when the rubber hammer hits the knee. As my revulsion surfaced, so did this simple thought: Maybe becoming an honorary part of the Bradford family wasn’t such a good idea after all.