Bidder Number Forty-Seven Offers Three Hundred Five Thousand for the Kearney Farm
“People love a public spectacle.”
“Will your dad be there?”
Luke looked out the passenger window at the brick wall of the strip mall.
“He sold it,” Luke said.
“Why would he come out in the freezing cold to watch somebody else buy his legacy?”
I didn’t answer.
I put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking space.
We drove down the street and stopped at the red light on Second Avenue.