“Don’t turn on your charm for him, now,” I said cheerfully, and suddenly became aware I meant it. I felt quite savage when I thought about Martin being charmed by another woman.

“How charming can I be?” Amina shrieked. “I’m poking out to China, honey!”

I figured Amina probably had a slight convex curve to her tummy.

We closed with our usual chatter, but my jealous reaction gave me thinking material for that flight to Pittsburgh (the nearest airport), and on the drive west in the rental car to the town nearest Martin’s family’s farm. This town, Corinth, a little smaller than Lawrenceton, boasted a Holiday Inn where I’d reserved a room, not being sure what else I’d find.

You have to understand, for me this was an exotic adventure. Though I told myself repeatedly that other people traveled by themselves to unfamiliar places all the time, I was highly nervous. I’d studied the map repeatedly during the plane trip, I’d sat in the airport parking lot anxiously checking over the Ford Taurus I’d rented, I’d marveled over the fact that no one in the world knew exactly where I was.

My first impression of Corinth, Ohio, was of how familiar it seemed. True, the land configuration was slightly different, and the people dressed a little differently, and maybe the prevailing architecture was more heavily red brick, more often two-story… but this was a small farming center grouped around a downtown with inadequate parking space, and there were plenty of John Deere tractors in the big sales lot right outside town.

I checked in to the Holiday Inn and called a realtor.