Your father would be so proud of how that boy stepped up to take care of the property.”

I put my bags down beside the porch swing.

“The Hendersons were asking about you at church Sunday,” Martha said.

“They wanted to know whether you were finally retiring from the military.”

“I’m being promoted to General,” I said.

“I’m not retiring.”

Martha gave a thin smile and smoothed the wrinkles out of her blouse.

“Glenn just asked me to co-sign a commercial lease for his store,” I said.