that was one of the great things about a farm : the past did n't matter . i just look at her with no words . she did n't know if it was to ease her conscience or so he would n't call her later and interrupt her evening . he made me feel taken care of on so many levels . `` emma , baby , i need you to relax . '' did no good , trying to keep her from his mind . it was full dark now , with a bright quarter moon rising above the trees . 