“Did the daughter have any special requests?” Mark asked, sipping his coffee as he relaxed in the chair. This wasn’t about him, so everything was fine.
“Just that when we have a chance, if we would do a favor. She doesn’t know many people in town, she went to some fancy school in Michigan since she was about fifteen, I think, so she never really spent much time in town.”
“Aren’t the Grahams like closer to ninety now?”
“Yeah, I think Henrietta is ninety next year and Charles is a few years younger.”
Mark let out an impressed noise. He’d never thought he’d live that long. Forty would probably be pushing it. He didn’t have a reason to, really, other than pure stubbornness.
“Okay, so drive there to check up on them when I have time? Weekly?” Mark made a thoughtful face, wondering how it would fit his schedule and if the Grahams would appreciate it more if there was a set day and time when he’d go.