It was less than one half hour when Jonah got sight of the wooden shed at the back of the bayou where Rosa lived. All the way, he told himself that his woman was more trouble than she was worth, but there was a bit of good inside him that must have told him she needed help. Looking at Rosa’s place from a distance, it looked more like an animal pen than a home. Small tree limbs formed a rough fence surround the small frame covered with crooked overlapping boards. By the front burlap door, he saw a large sow fat with piglets yet to drop.
“Rosa, where are ya?” Jonah voice roared through the trees leaving nothing by silence in the woods.
“Madre, Madre…”. He continued to yell and circled the shed. The smell of the hog started to reach his nose.
“Que pasa?” A faint voice could be heard from inside the crude living quarters. Several minutes passed. The hog knew something was going on as she started nosing the frame of the front entrance. Flies were swarming around the crude cloth door. Finally, a bright orange head scarf came out on the bowed head of a small lady with red print dress on a small body slumped with age.
“Rosa, come. Ada needs you.” Jonah came to the front of the shed and pulled back the limbs that made a crude gate to the fence holding the sow His towering body had to look intimidating to the old lady.
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