On our drive back to Athens, I replay parts of Alma’s service in my mind.
I smile as I remember Hamilton slipping his hand into mine as a silent symbol of support. It gave me strength and hope. As warmth encompassed me, I felt as though Alma was happy to see us together.
“I had a thought last night.” Hamilton breaks into our quiet ride. “We need to find a farmer to rent your parents’ land, someone we trust to make the improvements needed.”
His eyes leave the road for only a moment, and I nod.
“We also need to find a reliable renter for the farmhouse. We don’t want to constantly vet new renters.” His words echo my recent thoughts on the matter. “I know one couple unhappy in their current situation. They would make great renters for both the house and the land.”