"No you didn't." "Are you calling m e a liar?" he says slowly. "If you say you carried water for the elephants, I am." pg 9-10
"You did not". I say there is a beat of silence. "I beg your pardon", he says. "You did not carry water for the elephants". "Yes, I most certainly did"
Dean Wilkins takes a deep breath, raises his eyes to mine, and claps a hand on my shoulder. "Son, there's been an accident." A slight pause. "An automobile accident." Another pause, longer this time."Your parents were involved." I stare at him willing him to continue."Are they ...? Will they ... ?""I'm sorry, son. It was instant. There was nothing anyone could do."pg. 16-17
Back to 1929
"Two days after I bury my parents, I am summoned to the offices of Edmund Hyde, Esquire, to hear the details of their estate. I sit in a hard leather chair across from the man himself as it gradually sinks in that there is nothing to discuss. At first I think he is mocking m e. Apparently my father has been taking payment in the form of beans and eggs for nearly two years. "Beans and eggs?" My voice cracks in disbelief, "Beans and eggs?""And chickens. And other goods." "I don't understand." " It's what people have, son. The community's been hit right hard, and your father was trying to help." pg. 19-20