say about the farm, the will, and the strangers he’d hired.
But now he stood in front of me, holding his cap with both hands.
He looked tired.
Embarrassed.
And more like our father than I’d ever noticed before.
“I don’t know what I’m doing out there,” he admitted.
I remained silent.
“I know the fields are in trouble. I can see that much. But I don’t understand how bad things are or what to fix first.”
He swallowed.
“Would you come take a look?”
All the speeches I’d prepared
