The girl, she was raised to believe in certain things. As a woman she remembers summers swimming in the creek, a breakfast every Sunday with the cousins and brothers. The whole world was a small town and a dirt road which led to a camp. There were cows and gardens, and her Mamaw raised rabbits.
Every now and again she sees a rabbit hop through the yard of the home her Mamaw once inhabited. She wonders to herself, Is that rabbit a grand baby of those that escaped?
Later she smiles when she sees her Mamaw's old black and white photo raised in a frame.