A man with a clipboard walked past us.

He made a quick note and looked at the roof shingles.

He didn’t ask us who we were.

Luke took a slow step back and bumped into my shoulder.

“We’re taking it back today,” I said.

Luke looked out at the huge crowd filling his childhood yard.

The man from Grand Island was talking with two other men in wool coats.

“They have corporate accounts,” Luke said.