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They walked out, closing the door, and as I sat there, the anger flooded through me. How in the world could my dad do this after everything I’ve done for this damned place? I raised my fist, slamming the table with it.
“That son of a bitch!”
I didn’t want this. All I wanted was to be with Tina, but for now, there was nothing I could do. At least until I figured out a solution.
Chapter 11: Tina
AfterIpulledoutof the driveway, I saw the suits following him inside.
I didn’t know what was going on, but I felt terrible. Like I wanted to do something to help Caleb, but there was nothing I could do.
I continued to see Caleb’s animals that following Monday. However, I noticed that Caleb wasn’t himself. He seemed distant, even when I was out there with the cows.
“Hey, you want to come and help me hold them?” I asked.
“Sure,” Caleb added.
He came over, holding the cow, allowing me to take his temperature using a rectal thermometer. When I pulled it out, I checked it.
“Perfect temperature,” I said.
“I’m glad,” Caleb said.
The lackadaisical energy made me question what happened the other day. I tried to ask Caleb about this, but I couldn’t.
“Say, Caleb, is anything wrong?”
“Hmm? Oh, nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
Okay, that told me something was very wrong.
“You’re a shitty liar. You know that?”
Caleb turned to me, moving his hands to his pockets. “It’s nothing, Tina. I’m just . . . there’s something we have to talk about, and I’ve been trying to figure out the best way to tell you.”
Something to tell me? What had him so worked up, however? He looked like he’d seen a ghost, and it was clear, judging from the way he reacted, that something had happened after I left the farm the other day.
“Want to talk about it?”
He shook his head. “No, it’s fine.”
I tried to ask him more about this, but I couldn’t. So, I continued to check on the animals, and then, at the end of the day, I went back inside. Caleb was in his office, and when he looked up at me, there was a look I had never seen before in his eyes.
Sadness.
Something had him really upset. I wanted to probe and ask, but I wasn’t sure what he’d think about that.
“Say, Caleb, is there anything you want to talk about? You’ve been distant with me all day, and earlier, when I called you, you didn’t say anything. Is it about the animals?”
He tensed, holding the papers in his hands and looking at me. “No, it’s not that.”
I grimaced, sitting in one of the chairs in his office.
“Then tell me, what the hell is going on? You’ve been acting all weird and—”
“It’s about us.”
I stopped, looking forward and trying to discern what he meant by that. “About . . . us?”
