Later in the day, Frank finished reheating the dinner that Mrs. McAvoy had made earlier and set it in front of Gregory and James. Everybody was still moping about the recent turn of events, and it didn’t help that the summer heat kept hanging on. The same stifling heat that took away Frank and Gregory’s dreams and James’s parents hugged the Kansas prairie and wouldn’t let go.
“Eat up, guys,” Frank tried.
“Eat up, son,” Gregory encouraged between his own meager attempts to eat.
James continued to sulk in his meal, but managed to sip a couple of spoonfuls of stew.
The three worked hard at eating their supper. The prairie was still. Even though there was a light breeze, there was little left on the land to blow in the wind. When a wagon got close enough to hear, it startled the three in their haze.
Gregory and James followed Frank to the front porch so they could see who was coming. Frank was the first to recognize the visitors coming in from the east.