“I can come over next Saturday with a flat shovel.”

Martha smiled, her shoulders relaxing against the headrest as warm air from the heater filled the car.

“The soil is still frozen three inches down,” Martha said.

“We have time until the middle of March.”

“Then I’ll put it on the calendar for the second week of March,” Ethan replied.

“I don’t mind doing the digging.”

Martha looked at his hands on the steering wheel, both resting firmly at ten and two.

“Thank you for driving me today, Ethan,” she said softly.