Riding into town with him, Clarence said, “Fern’s as cross as a bear this morning.” “Yes,” he said, trying to seem no more interested than if Clarence had said he had to replace some part in the manure spreader. “I wish I knew what’s eating her.” “Maybe nothing. Maybe she’s just tired or doesn’t feel well.” “Maybe.” “In any case, I doubt if she’s the only woman in Logan County that’s as cross as a bear this morning.”
