“Holy Sabbath!” As Ennis read he laughed, he cried.
Tiny print under Ennis’s address: Found this postcard clipped to Jack’s last invoice. It belongs with you. Lureen
On the front: the biggest cheese doodle yellow combine Ennis had ever seen. A banner proclaiming ‘Newsome Farm Equipment’s Best Seller.’ Next to it, proud as punch, in his Resistol, leather jacket and bolo tie, smiled Jack Twist. Ennis touched Jack’s cheek as though it were more than printed cardboard.
On the back: Cant hardly wait to see you again. Still mad about August, but there’ll be more. I’ll always be there. Jack
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Well, we’re back where we started at the very first line, we know what Jack decided and his postcard has been delivered, so my little story has come to its end.
I hope you can forgive me for letting you think Jack was still alive, but if I did my job, I left Ennis willing to fight for those he loves, believing he just might win, knowing for sure that it was him and not somebody else that Jack loved, and thinking that maybe, just maybe, they really will be together again.
CB