HorsesMy great-uncle was a horse breeder in bigsky country. It had made my grandpa want tobe a rodeo clown, or maybe a jockey as afallback option.I never learned if my great-uncle had toshoot any horses who broke their legs or bitchildren. But my grandpa says he was happyuntil he died in a fishing accident and hishorses were sold off one by one.When I picture my great-uncle, I see themarble face of a horse from the Louvre.
DiamondMy aunt flew in from Nebraska, where shesaid they had a greasy sky.We took her to a baseball diamond, to watchmy older brother’s high school game. Theclouds were so low and so quiet my auntcould hardly stand it. She made us leavebefore the fifth inning, and my brother hadto get a different ride home.When we got home, she immediately filledthe tub with scalding water, heating pots onthe sink and dumping them in as well. Shegot in, and slept there.The next morning, she asked if the grass wasdry, and if she could go walking for a while.
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