 Paul’s confusion was dissipating, and intense anger was taking its place, as he stood in his bedroom on the family farm for the first time in thirty-two years. The five cardboard boxes stacked in the closet held his vinyl records he purchased years after he left for the city, books from his undergraduate years, he thought he had given away. Paul pulled a manuscript he recognized from his graduate class, “Reform, Revolt, and Revolution in the Maclure Collection.” The 72-page paper analysed four-hundred pamphlets produced during the French Revolution. All these items were taken from his house in Saskatoon, and the farm was on the Alder Ridge Road between High Prairie and Valley View in the south Peace River region. The trip was over nine hundred kilometres.
“What is that?” asked Jennifer, Paul’s wife. She had changed from her black skirt, white blouse, and jacket she wore in court to more comfortable jeans and blue shirt. She wouldn’t be recognised as a lawyer as they travelled through the small towns on their way back home. Paul liked her petit elegant appearance regardless of what she wore.
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