Haha, Harry at work. He swung the door to the outside privy open and stepped out, buttoning up his trousers. But he stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed the young man in their yard. "Why, ye wee shite," he muttered, glaring at his eldest son. Ruth never answered their letters anymore, nor did she visit, or send them money at least. Noah had moved out to take a job as farmhand, but that bastard Mr. Meijer paid him so poorly that it was little help to them. But it was Claude walking out on them that had really given them trouble. The selfish twit! After everything they had done for him!