I couldn’t find him anywhere! Mom had sent me outside to find Dad. He was not in the barn. He was not in the shop. I headed to the Quonset. The farm machines were parked neatly in their places along the walls. Only the John Deere Model 65 pull-behind combine had been hauled from its usual spot to the middle of the massive shed.
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