One of my favorite places to visit is the Arthur Dalton house. Every time I go, the house seems to have folded in on itself a little more. John Michael and Mama always go. We like to turn off the jeep and just listen to the quiet. I like to imagine the house as it was when the Dalton family lived there. Susannah was Arthur's wife, I can see her on the back porch sitting in a rocking chair, late in the afternoon, after supper is cooked, waiting for Arthur to come in from the barn. The barn has fallen in now. On hot nights they would eat their supper on the porch, where the breeze was the coolest. They would listen to the quiet, the same quiet we so love now.
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