I pulled the curtain back from the living room window in my small adobe home and stared at the dirt road winding down the little hill into Los Molinos. In the three years I’d been married to Verlan, this was the longest he’d ever been away. How many times in the past four months had I stood here, pretending his silver pickup was on that road headed back to me? Dust would billow high as he drew closer and entered the colony. He would stop at Lucy’s place first, like he always did. He would unload mountains of supplies into the shed and tell the family there hello. Then he’d stop at three more wives’ homes. Just before coming to see me, he would go to Lillie’s house. Read more …
