“It is. It’s been in the family for over two hundred and fifty years, since the first Moore came over shortly before the Revolution. And there’s one thing I’ll say for the Moores—they’ve always loved this land. I’m not much of a farmer, but I wouldn’t mind staying here myself if Uncle John didn’t come along with it.”
“Will this be yours after he passes on?”
“Good God, no! He told me when Mum and I first moved here not to get my hopes up, that Moore Farm would never be mine. He plans to leave it to the agricultural department of Mercer U.”
“If you’re not going to stay on the farm, what do you plan to do with your life?”
“You mean what do I want to be when I grow up?” I gave him a droll grin. “I thought I’d become a cardiologist.”
He chuckled until he realized I was serious. “That’s a difficult field to specialize in.”
“I know.”
“It takes a long time, too.”