O.K. Here’s a peek at the last main character, Fiona’s husband Forbes. Men, feel free to weigh in. Am I off? Women? Someone you know?
Forbes Squire throttled down his old John Deere Model G as he came to the curve and corner of the field he was plowing, but instead of rounding the turn to traverse another row, as he had done for the last twenty-five years each autumn, he stopped his machine.
This same hesitancy had happened last week in his library. Sitting down to read, an activity as much a part of his daily routine as breathing, he found he couldn’t turn the page.
A distraction from all that he knew—two fistfuls of children, a free spirit of a wife, his aging mother and his responsibilities up in Antigonish—continued to edge its way into his routine. This restlessness often caught him off guard, the effect being a preoccupation with escape and retreat.
How far could he drive this old tractor? he wondered.
For fifty years—all his life—he had been everything everyone thought him to be—respectful, industrious, and modest. He still valued those traits and chose to read and teach literature which either reinforced or questioned them.
But lately, his energy waned and conversations bored him.
He wanted a motorcycle.