A few weeks later, after the surveyor corrected the site map and we installed clearer parking signs, the board approved a community-use permit with conditions about access, maintenance, and periodic review.

I read the decision twice to be certain.

Dad placed the letter in the dresser drawer beside Mom’s ledger.

He did not frame it.

He did not call a newspaper.

“Are you happy?” I asked.

“Very,” he said.

“Now we had better pick the squash before the heat ruins it.”