Heart Of Youthby Walter J. Muilenburg
Format of Original Source: Short Story
Recommended Adaptation Length: 90 Minutes
Candidate for Adaptation? Not Reviewed
The doctor said that Ma was pretty sick, his father was speaking on, his voice devoid of life or feeling. “But he said that she ‘ud be all right if she went some place where the air was drier.”
“What did he say it was?” he asked in a strained voice.
“It’s her lungs, he says.”
They were silent after this. He was looking out of the window at a far-away straw-stack which lay a mass of dull gold in the sombre setting of plowed land.
His mother still stood behind his chair. In the heavy silence of the room he could hear her uneven breathing. He heard his father turn in his chair.
“Well, Mother’s got to go west–we might all of us go,” he spoke with an attempt at cheerfulness. “Maybe we can work a small farm out there.”
“What will we do with the farm here?” As she spoke the boy felt his mother’s hand press more heavily on his shoulder. He turned from the window and caught his father’s eyes looking at him. He saw his face flush.
“I guess we got to sell it.
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