Ronna's Story of the Wood Sorrel

Ronna watched jacob crane over the book, gray and haggard, a bunch of wood sorrel in his hand. She'd lay out for hours in the wood sorrel, half dreaming that the lawn was absorbing her gently. One afternoon she looked up the hill toward the house to see max crawling backward down the staircase. When she opened her eyes, he'd come to rest on his back stone, still by the hall table. What if, maybe he's dead, she thought,. standing across the lawn, an unhurried breeze stirred the pines.