They Doubted His Pine Trees Until Nineteen Eighty Eight Proved Him Right

operating note is behind,” Frank said, folding his hands on the desk. “You purchased nursery stock again.”

Tom said nothing.

Frank sighed. “Trees.”

“Windbreaks.”

“The numbers don’t show that.”

“They will.”

“When?”

Tom looked at the window behind Frank’s desk. Outside, Main Street shimmered under afternoon heat. A woman crossed toward the bakery, one hand continue reading …