Miriam drove into her driveway after her visit with Jacob. He wasn’t much help but said he’d come over later and look in her pigpen.
The new pig, fatter than the others, kept grunting at her when she first saw it. When it butted the heavy fence posts, she left right away not wanting to excite it. “Nothing more dangerous than a hog on the loose,” she thought.
She headed into her house. Once she removed her coat, she glanced at the calendar on her kitchen wall. At the end of the month, Hiram wrote down the butcher’s phone number. She removed the wall phone receiver from its carrier and then dialed.
“Hi, John? It’s me Miriam. I know Hiram placed an order for you to butcher up four hogs, but can you handle one more? I seem to have an extra one. I’ll check the neighbors and see if they are missing one, first. Thanks. Yeah. If no one claims it, add it to my schedule,” she said. “No, we haven’t found Hiram, yet. The Sheriff didn’t find any bodies in the fire. Thanks, see you then.”
After she hung up the phone, she thought about making lunch and realized she would be fixing it for herself. She missed Hiram. “Where could he be?” she asked herself.