“This is worth more than any legal fee, Loretta,” Rachel said.

“You took care of us when we were young and had nothing,” David said, sliding his card into his breast pocket.

“We only did what was right.”

We finished our pie while the coffee pot went around the table one last time.

We talked about Rachel’s new reporting assignment at the courthouse, David’s upcoming firm partnership, and Arthur’s garden plans for the spring.

Nobody mentioned Mark’s name, and nobody mentioned the house on the hill in the suburbs.