“Why?” Dicey asked (of Will). “I mean, why should you bother? You have your own life.”
“You’re a little bit of my life now. You can’t get away, and I can’t get rid of you. That’s a fact.”
Dicey understood. A lot of people had little bits of her life now, and they were tied to her now, or she was tied to them.
This is a beautiful story.
On Home. And Belonging. To Each Other.
Also, the Grandmother doesn’t care much for chickens, so she says.