In the early morning sun, Addison Quate knelt in the dew-covered grass by the two freshly dug graves at the eastern end of the North Wind Cemetery.

"Heather, I don't know what I'm going to do without you and Beth? 'Specially after losing your mother just last year." He gently placed two bundles of wildflowers on the graves. "I got you some flowers. I know how you loved to look at the fields." He brushed away the tears.

His knees had creaked in protest as he ambled up a gradual hill back to his truck. "I just keep losing my ladies," he mumbled.

Addison had lost his daughter and granddaughter a week ago in a tragic car accident. Finding himself alone in his house for the first time in almost 40 years, he was having a hard time picking up the pieces.

On his way back through town, he stopped at the hardware store. Hoping to fill his time with some projects around the house, he had picked up supplies. As he walked out the door with his purchases, Madelyn Parr was just getting out of her pick-up truck parked in front of the store.

"Oh, Addison," she called out. "I'm glad I ran into you. I was going to swing by your place after my errands, but this is easier."

He took off his straw hat. With a heavy sigh he asked, "What can I do for you, Madelyn?"

"Come this way," she said, leading him to the back of her pick-up truck. There was a large crate with three baby goats in it. She picked one up, a tiny thing with black fur, a white stripe down her forehead and one white leg. "These babies are on their way to a new home in Caribou. However, I just got a message from the man I was supposed to meet. He said he only wanted two - one for each of his twin girls. Do you think you could take one off my hands?" She pushed the goat into Addison's arms. "She won't be no trouble. She's just a mite of a thing."

Addison stood on the sidewalk holding the baby goat and watched Madelyn head into the hardware store.

The goat reached up and sniffed his chin. He looked down at her and said, "Don't know what I'm s'posed to do with you?"

The goat bleated at him.

He walked back to his truck and slid the goat into the passenger seat. "Just sit tight, HeatherBeth," he said, patting her gently. "We'll be home in a jiffy."