It makes sense
Bonnie took Jack back to his childhood when his father was the builder. He was awakened by his father on a cold winter morning and shaken. “Come out,” his father whispered. Jack followed him until the snowy dawn and saw the red blood in the snow. A sizable portion of the livestock had been killed by an unexplained threat. As Jack looked at his wife and thought about her words, this memory was very distressing.
It makes sense
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The high price of loss
Not only was Bonnie a farm wife like Jack, but she was talented at her craft and intelligent. She had made an observation that Jack didn’t realize. There was no way those eggs were chicken eggs. “Bon,” Jack demurred, “we have no choice.” We’ve lost a lot these days.
The high price of loss
