S ara’s home is like her head: filled with interesting clutter and distraction. Aster looks around but Sara is not there. She follows the sound of baby Abraham into the garden.
Abraham at her feet Sara stands holding a Y-shaped willow switch each hand grasping one side of the fork the rest of the branch extending before her like an arrow.
“Sara?”
Sara nods her acknowledgment but doesn’t speak.
“What are you doing?” Aster asks.
“Finding water. Hush.”
Sara holds the branch before her and closes her eyes. She takes a step forward the branch wobbles in her hand. Sara whips around. “Water! That’s the sign there’s water beneath the soil.”
