Untitle Fiction - Abby's story

Dust rose in huge clouds behind the VW bus as it barrelled down the country road.

"They must be seriously lost to be driving down this way," Abby thought momentarily distracted from plowing the field. Since her father's heart attack, she had taken over most of the farm chores. It had been hard leaving school but her family needed her. No one else knew as much about how her father had run the farm as she did. Ever since she had been a little girl, she had accompanied her father as he pursued job after job. He had always talked to her like an adult and Abby felt conversations with her dad had helped develop her into the articulate adult she was today. He had taught her to read before she started school. They had read newspapers to keep up on current events and hundreds of books discussing the characters, the settings, the plots. He had wanted her to be more than a farmer and had been so proud when she had won the scholarship to Stanford. He wouldn't have asked her to leave school. It was her mother who had asked. Dad was too weak and unable to talk coherently as yet.

"I wonder where they are headed. I wonder if they would take me?" Abby let day dreams of leaving home again ease the boredom of plowing another row in the field.