“It’ll take ten minutes.”

He didn’t say a word about her fenced yard or the creek land money that paid for her roof.

He just picked up his coffee mug and blew the steam off the dark surface.

“Jeff stopped by the shop on Tuesday,” Nate said.

I looked at him.

“What did Jeff say?”

“He asked if I knew anybody selling a used push mower,” Nate said.

“I told him he could borrow our spare.”