Fiction | June 01, 1986

This story is not currently available online.

It was the third week in July, nine days after my thirteenth birthday.  My older brother Cal, and I were walking beans, the temperature up around ninety and humidity just as high, the afternoon sun sharp as a welding torch.

If you are a student, faculty member, or staff member at an institution whose library subscribes to Project Muse, you can read this piece and the full archives of the Missouri Review for free. Check this list to see if your library is a Project Muse subscriber.