Dale’s just keeping the engines running until they’re old enough to decide whether they want to drive trucks.”

“You lived in that dispatch yard for thirty years, Garrett,” she said.

“I spent thirty years behind a desk while my life went on without me,” I said.

She reached into the left side of the double stroller and undid a brown harness strap.

She lifted out the sleeping baby, his back resting along her forearm, and turned toward me.

“Hold your arm out flat,” she said.