[color=white]The day she was to leave for Nebraska, Clara walked down to say farewell to Call. He was sitting with Teresa outside his shack, whittling a stick. Theresa liked to feel the smoothness of the wood of the sticks, once Call had whittled all the knots away. He had smoothed her a number of little sticks to play with. Teresa touched them with her fingers, and sometimes she held on to her cheek.</p>
<p>“Well, I’m off to the depot, I guess,” Clara said. “I wanted to say goodbye, Woodrow.”</p>
<p>Call had been hoping Clara would come by, before she left. There was something he wanted to ask her. But he didn’t want Teresa to hear his question.</p>
<p>“Tessie, would you go to the house and ask Mrs. Parker if I could have some coffee?” he asked Teresa. “I woke up with a headache - coffee usually helps.”</p>
<p>[…]</p>
<p>“I’ve heard there were schools for the blind,” Call said to Clara. “Do you know anything about them?”</p>
<p>“Why, no,” Clara replied. “Tessie’s the first blind person I’ve ever had in my life. But I can inquire for you, Woodrow.”</p>
<p>“I’d appreciate it,” Call said. “I’ve got a little money saved. If there’s a way Teresa can get her education, I’d like to help. I believe she’s bright.”</p>
<p>“You’re right about that - she’s bright,” Clara told him.</p>
<p>“If she goes away, I’m sure we’ll all miss her,” Call said.</p>
<p>“You most of all, Woodrow,” Clara said.</p>
<p>Call didn’t answer, but the look on his face said more than Clara wanted to hear or see or know about one human missing another. She shook his hand and turned toward the house.</p>
<p>A moment later, she grew irritated, unreasonably irritated. She turned back on the path.</p>
<p>“Call Lorena Lorena,” she said, loudly. “You don’t have to call her Mrs. Parker now.”</p>
<p>“The man’s trying, but he just rubs me the wrong way,” Clara said when she marched into the kitchen. Lorena was washing a cut on Georgie’s hand. She wasn’t paying much attention.[/color=white]