thirty-two years and had the posture of a woman who could silence a room with one raised eyebrow. They brought a pecan pie and introduced themselves on my porch like people used to do more often.
Tom shook my hand. “We’ve heard about the fence.”
I smiled. “It’s a good fence.”
“We don’t plan on testing it.”
Elaine looked past my shoulder toward the back acreage. “We’d like to walk it with you sometime, if you don’t mind. Make sure we understand everything clearly.”
That sentence did more for peace
