I used to come out here by the road, ev’ry Saturday, just like Daddy tol’ me t’do. And I’d stand right here and hold this sign. We had this yard sale runnin’ for… oh, I don’ know… a year maybe? ‘N’ it was my job to stand here by this here road and wave this here sign so when people come down the road, they’ll see it and they’ll stop and they’ll buy somethin’. ‘N’ while I’m out here, Daddy’s setting up the tables ‘n’ puttin’ stuff out there for folks t’buy. I don’ know what he puts out there — he sets them up after I’ve come down here. ‘N’ long about midday, when I hear the garage door close, that means it’s time f’me to come in for lunch ‘fore I go back out here for the afternoon. We don’ get many folks drivin’ this road. It’s way off the freeway. But when folks did drive by, I’d smile ‘n’ I wave like Daddy tol’ me t’do. Sometimes they turned in the long driveway up t’the house. Then I usually see them a few minutes later comin’ back down and back on the road again. Sometimes they give me kinda a funny look, like maybe they’re upset or angry ’bout somethin’. When I asked Daddy about it, he just shrugged his shoulders and says “City folk”. That’s pretty much his answer for ev’rything, tell the God’s truth. The well goes low — it’s ’cause of city folk. The mail is late — city folk. I get a bad grade on my report card — city folk. I think maybe it’s ’cause Mom ran off with a city guy, but I dunno. We don’ talk about her much. One night, Daddy put me in the truck, ‘n’ we drove to the city. We stopped outside this big house, ‘n’ Daddy took me up to the front door. I didn’ know Mom lived there, but she sure seemed to be surprised. She told me to wait in the kitchen, and then I hear her ‘n’ Daddy ‘n’ Mom’s new boyfriend havin’ this hor-ren-dous yellin’ match. I didnt understand a lot of what they said, just that Daddy wanted to know if Mom wanted her “stuff”. Then he came in the kitchen, grabbed me, and we drove back home. He didn’ say a word all the way, nor for maybe three or four days after. It was shortly after that that we started the Yard Sale. I guess he wanted to get rid of Mom’s stuff. But seemed no one else wants it either: like I said, they drive up there, then they pretty well turn around and leave. ‘N’ they sometimes give me the most awfulest look as they do. One day, when I was out there with my sign, this car took up the driveway, but when it came back, the driver, this old guy with, like, three teeth and no hair and wrinkled like an apple left in the sun too long, rolled down his window ‘n’ looked at me like… well, somethin’ not fit for sayin’. Then he yells, “Well, you ready to go?” “Go where?” I ask. “With me!” he says with this evil, evil laugh. “I done bought you, girl! Now c’mon!” Now that didn’ make a lick o’ sense, but he got real angry about it, and I got scared, and he was just gettin’ out of his car when all o’ a sudden Daddy comes runnin’ across the lawn, right past me, and shoves the guy back in his car, then throws some money at him, and tells him to git. The guy started to say somethin’, but Daddy just sent him on his way. Then he ran back over to me, and hugged me, and he started cryin’, and then I started cryin’ even though I don’ know why I was. And we went into the house ‘n’ had dinner ‘n’ I watched FROZEN ’cause Daddy said I could even though he hates that movie. We dont do the Yard Sale any more. I guess Daddy sold off everything he wanted to.