In the depression a man and his mother pursue forbidden love.
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Indiana - 1934 - Spring
I was twenty-one, full of myself, and restless. We were poor, but we stayed together. That was the important thing, I guess. Our small community had survived a lot, more even then I knew. Our family had owned the farm for at least four generations before mine, but things weren't looking so good. My father, who we called Pop, may have once been a good man at one time, but if so I didn't remember it. Grampa, on my Mama's side, had left a significant amount of money to us when he passed. We were the first house in our town to have electric service and then indoor plumbing and bathrooms, something that they had in Indianapolis for a while. Pop had squandered our stash on booze and most likel
