Above the iron gate hung a few, crooked, handwritten words.[Little Baris Ecological Farm]My mother-in-law, Mabel Grath, and the others looked displeased.My sister-in-law, Marlene Grath, pointed at the chicken droppings all over the ground and shrieked, “Where’s my Aiffel Tower?! Where’s my Camps-Elysees?!”I pointed at a pointed tower-like object welded from scrap steel bars in the middle of the yard.“See that? That’s the tower.”As for the avenue, I pointed at the muddy path. “This is the eco-avenue.”Mabel’s expression darkened. But she held back from looking bad in front of everyone else.She forced out a dry laugh and looked at me sharply. She said, “Noelle Frost, did you forget to explain things to the driver? We were supposed to be going to the airport to fly to Erope. How did we end up here?”My husband’s aunt, Karen Grath, who had been silent, chimed in, “Exactly! Weren’t we supposed to go to Erope? How did we end up in the middle of nowhere?”I glanced at Karen a
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