THE ELDER STEPSON
OF A GREAT OAK
I can re-do everything. This room doesn't need
these walls. Here, where we'll keep the horses,
once was the two-car garage. Just once, a Morgan
and an old deSoto. When I was a kid, this is where
I peered while Uncle Marvin made out with my Mom.
It was all too weird for me, and I didn't know anything
about that stuff anyway. I thought they were playing
some damn-fool game. Now of course, they're both
dead, and I know exactly what had been going on.