“Before somebody from Colorado sweeps in and takes advantage of an old man living alone.”

Luke slowly unfolded the electric bill.

“All right,” Luke said.

“We can drive out this weekend.”

I got up from the rug and walked into the kitchen.

The wall calendar hung on the drywall right next to the refrigerator.

I pulled a thick red marker from the junk drawer, pushing aside loose batteries and old coupons.

I circled a Saturday on the kitchen calendar for our visit to the farm.