For several years before they found the farm, Priscilla and Henry had been searching for a place that could meet an insistent need for solitude, for time with just their family, and for some freedom from demanding careers, from the internet’s sharp claw, and from a constantly humming city. They talked back and forth, finally coming to see that the place had to have three features: it had to be off a road that had no line painted down its middle; it had to be up a dirt road with no other houses in sight; and it had to have a house with an indoor toilet.
Through miracle or fate, they found their place, and it became their keep.
