Propinquity was at once a danger and a cure.
Joan waved him down the farm lane, her soft eyes wistful.

An adorable will-of-the-wisp! Almost he could not bring himself to leave her.

But for Hughie's eyes, he would have vaulted from the farm buggy, crying her name.
"The farm," she had said with frank tears in her eyes, "will be just like a grave without you." Kenny knew it would.
The studio he found could match it..