Jana knew she had been totally drunk and crazy the night of the high school graduation party. And that night she hadn’t cared. “Bring ‘em on,” she’d thought. Her parents had died in a freak car accident one week before high school graduation. Their savings and proceeds from the house had just about covered their debts. Now she lived with Uncle Lars, the monosyllabic old bachelor, on his dairy farm. After nine months of grieving and her own work at reducing life to monosyllables, she had given birth to a lovely baby girl.
Three possible fathers circled her life. Jana didn’t want to see any of them. Her daughter was unexpected blessing, and spring had come. She was a mother now. What was their role in her life, anyway?