How Two Extra Jobs and Forty Thousand Dollars Bought the Old Miller Farm
Nate stood by the coat closet, holding two jackets Jeff had asked him to hang up.
He hung the coats on wire hangers and slid the closet door shut on its metal track.
“Where’s the main breaker panel in this house?” Nate asked Jeff.
“Basement stairwell,” Jeff said.
“Why?”
“Just checking,” Nate said.
He went down the cellar stairs alone while Judy passed around paper napkins.
I stood by the sink and watched the yellow afternoon light fall on the bare kitchen wall.