She said uncertainly, "It's very late for new crops."

He forced what he hoped was a careless laugh, and wished he hadn't done

so because she knew it was forced. Joe berated himself silently. Above

all he wanted to soothe, to spare her, and there was no way. Their

crops, their livelihood, was gone. It was more than a serious situation.

It was a desperate one and she knew it as well as he did, but he tried.

"Now just don't you fret. Everything's all right."

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