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<blockquote data-quote="stevew" data-source="post: 305553" data-attributes="member: 130"><p>Out back in the early morning Bobby and Pam swim in the pool playfully when Miss Ellie steps out for breakfast. Pam says they’ve got to get ready for work but Bobby plays it off, like the playboy who doesn’t care about showing up on time. His mother smirking. </p><p></p><p>Suddenly Bobby has to get going. Jock has walked up from the barns looking like he’s put in a hard days work already. He looks disgusted at Bobby and kisses Ellie’s cheek. “Hope you sleep well.”</p><p></p><p>“Of course. Busy day to day with the inspectors.” Ellie nurses her coffee.</p><p></p><p>“Gotta keep up that organic cert. Things look really good.”</p><p></p><p>“As long as you and your son stay away from my land.”</p><p></p><p>“I retired to work this land, remember? You can give me the benefit of the doubt that I care about it too, can’t ya?”</p><p></p><p>Over her coffee she looks skeptical.</p><p></p><p>Jock picks up a piece of toast and walks in the house after Bobby. Neither look particularly happy. </p><p></p><p>Pam wrapped in a robe joins Miss Ellie. “I hope everything’s OK, Miss Ellie.”</p><p></p><p>“Always is. So you’re Digger’s daughter.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes. I’ve heard a lot about you growing up. I think my father had quite the crush on you.”</p><p></p><p>“Not really. Something he made up later in life I think. We were good friends. Our families were neighbors. Farmers. We had dairy cows. They had beef. Old families. My family came to Michigan for the fur trade, his later for lumber. We were Catholic. He was Episcopalian. We were a lot a like, Digger and I.”</p><p></p><p>“He talks about you fondly.”</p><p></p><p>“He ever talk about Rebecca? Your mother.”</p><p></p><p>“Not really. Apparently they all went to school together. Jock, my father, my mother.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes. U of M. Jock was on a football scholarship studying business. Diggers parents paid for him to study archeology. Rebecca was on an academic scholarship and was in chemistry. Her and Jock were partners once.”</p><p></p><p>“Yea my father talked a lot about Jock.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah I bet he did.”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know what all went on. I know what my father says and he’s bitter. I don’t know what to think about any of it.”</p><p></p><p>“He’s bitter because Jock swindled him out of his family farm land to get at the oil and gas. He he swindled your mother out of some fracking patents and their original company for oil reclamation.”</p><p></p><p>“Something like that.”</p><p></p><p>“Jock’s dad owned a bar in Detroit. He worked in an auto factory by day and ran the bar all night. Worked himself to death. Kept his head down. But then back in those days, most Jews kept a low profile. Jock was going to do what he felt he had to do. And he did. He paid your father a fair price for that land. And he bought out Rebecca for a fair price too.”</p><p></p><p>“I think he’s mostly hurt over loosing you.”</p><p></p><p>“He never had me. I was suppose to be a num. Look how that turned out. I’m sorry for what happened with him and Rebecca.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s not your fault.” </p><p></p><p>“Regardless, I am. It was a terrible marriage and they should never have had kids. But then you wouldn’t be here. I can only imagine what life was like for you when your mother walked away. But know this, she loved you very much.”</p><p></p><p>“Then how could she just walk away and have nothing to do with us? I don’t even know what she looked like. My father says Jock destroyed her.”</p><p></p><p>“No he didn’t. It’s not my place to say, and she and Jock had their falling out. But, but she was a good person. A wonderful person. Kind and beautiful and smart, and she loved her children very much.” Tears swell up in Miss Ellie’s eyes before she takes control of her self. “Hadn’t you better get ready for work yourself?”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="stevew, post: 305553, member: 130"] Out back in the early morning Bobby and Pam swim in the pool playfully when Miss Ellie steps out for breakfast. Pam says they’ve got to get ready for work but Bobby plays it off, like the playboy who doesn’t care about showing up on time. His mother smirking. Suddenly Bobby has to get going. Jock has walked up from the barns looking like he’s put in a hard days work already. He looks disgusted at Bobby and kisses Ellie’s cheek. “Hope you sleep well.” “Of course. Busy day to day with the inspectors.” Ellie nurses her coffee. “Gotta keep up that organic cert. Things look really good.” “As long as you and your son stay away from my land.” “I retired to work this land, remember? You can give me the benefit of the doubt that I care about it too, can’t ya?” Over her coffee she looks skeptical. Jock picks up a piece of toast and walks in the house after Bobby. Neither look particularly happy. Pam wrapped in a robe joins Miss Ellie. “I hope everything’s OK, Miss Ellie.” “Always is. So you’re Digger’s daughter.” “Yes. I’ve heard a lot about you growing up. I think my father had quite the crush on you.” “Not really. Something he made up later in life I think. We were good friends. Our families were neighbors. Farmers. We had dairy cows. They had beef. Old families. My family came to Michigan for the fur trade, his later for lumber. We were Catholic. He was Episcopalian. We were a lot a like, Digger and I.” “He talks about you fondly.” “He ever talk about Rebecca? Your mother.” “Not really. Apparently they all went to school together. Jock, my father, my mother.” “Yes. U of M. Jock was on a football scholarship studying business. Diggers parents paid for him to study archeology. Rebecca was on an academic scholarship and was in chemistry. Her and Jock were partners once.” “Yea my father talked a lot about Jock.” “Yeah I bet he did.” “I don’t know what all went on. I know what my father says and he’s bitter. I don’t know what to think about any of it.” “He’s bitter because Jock swindled him out of his family farm land to get at the oil and gas. He he swindled your mother out of some fracking patents and their original company for oil reclamation.” “Something like that.” “Jock’s dad owned a bar in Detroit. He worked in an auto factory by day and ran the bar all night. Worked himself to death. Kept his head down. But then back in those days, most Jews kept a low profile. Jock was going to do what he felt he had to do. And he did. He paid your father a fair price for that land. And he bought out Rebecca for a fair price too.” “I think he’s mostly hurt over loosing you.” “He never had me. I was suppose to be a num. Look how that turned out. I’m sorry for what happened with him and Rebecca.” “That’s not your fault.” “Regardless, I am. It was a terrible marriage and they should never have had kids. But then you wouldn’t be here. I can only imagine what life was like for you when your mother walked away. But know this, she loved you very much.” “Then how could she just walk away and have nothing to do with us? I don’t even know what she looked like. My father says Jock destroyed her.” “No he didn’t. It’s not my place to say, and she and Jock had their falling out. But, but she was a good person. A wonderful person. Kind and beautiful and smart, and she loved her children very much.” Tears swell up in Miss Ellie’s eyes before she takes control of her self. “Hadn’t you better get ready for work yourself?” [/QUOTE]
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