Summary: "Whoever built this house would have no way of knowing it would stand for another fifteen years after Sam left. It would take that long for the slow slide of suburbia to swallow up the moat of farmland surrounding it. Even after the house had been dissected in a froth of dust, and the rubble had been trucked away, another brittle winter would circle by before the subdivision contractors could sink their iron blades into the softening earth."—"Love Tracy"
