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“She doesn’t like dog food,” Jack explained.
“And why should she when you feed her junk all the time? Has Lucky seen her lately?”
“Not in a few weeks.”
“Oh, man, you’re going to be in big trouble.”
Jack made the dog lie down in front of the couch out of the way, then unpacked the new fan. He rechecked to make sure the power was off, then Cal helped him position the new unit and secure it.
“Did your grandfather ever consider moving away from here?” he asked, continuing their earlier conversation.
“Papa Sam?” Cal snorted. “Imagine a male version of Lucky, and that’s a pretty good description of my granddaddy. He thought the river was heaven. You couldn’t pry him out of here with a crowbar, even after he started having heart problems. He dropped dead right out there by the water.”
“I don’t understand what’s supposed to be so great about this place.”
“Me, neither, to tell you the truth. Leigh, Shannon and I used to hate coming out to visit because there wasn’t anything to do, but Lucky spent most of her time here. She would’ve lived with Papa Sam if our mom had let her. When he died, no one was surprised that he left the land and cabin to Lucky. She’s the only one who ever really appreciated them. And Mema was thrilled to move in with Mom and Dad.”
“I’ve tried to adjust, but there’s no damned space, and she has all these weird things she’s picked up and won’t throw away.”
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