There's a limit on what's kind to ask a person. But they were raised in the house they got now and the history of it goes through all kinds of deaths, mostly old-age ones. They own the property they live on down here and Divvy owns all the rest. When J. was near seventeen he got his right arm taken off while he was helping his daddy rig up the sawmill. Opal says it healed over better than she expected.
Daddy tieds it off up there above the elbow and kepts it covered for probably three months or more.
Soon as J. healed over he went back to working the best he could manage. The killed part Daddy buried away for resting in peace, Opal widened her eyes, nodded her head. That was final. Come on and look here, Opal yells to me from out in the road. The water is running a couple inches up her boots.