Momma called it the Movie Star Barn because a man came once
\nand asked to film there. He never did, but Grandad painted it bright red
\nand the doorframes stark white every year after until he died. Then the paint
\npeeled into parchments Brenda and I wore like curly-cues in our hair. After
\na while, it didn\u2019t peel at all. The air was a thick grey in there, I could feel
\nthe grainy dark on my face and fingers for hours after I was out. The light
\nstreaks followed their own logic, something different than the sun.<\/p>\n
Next door was the chicken coop my Granny went to every morning
\nmore early than I could try to help her. I\u2019ve always been a late riser, like
\nthe moths, my Granny said. The chickens pecked and ran and made
\nme feel like I was Moses when I walked in. Sometimes they let me watch
\nthem lay. Brenda put her hands beneath them and pulled out eggs, but I
\nwas too afraid for that. They plucked each other\u2019s feathers and still sat
\nnext\u00a0to each other in the roost. That was love, I thought. Still do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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