“Tom Barrett capped us.”

“Tom Barrett gave us enough,” I said.

Luke took his hands out of his pockets and looked at his palms.

The dark grease from the county shop never fully washed out of his skin.

“I just can’t raise my hand while I’m looking at her porch,” he said.

His voice had a hollow edge.

The words landed flat between us.

“You don’t have to,” I said.