Duncan
"So tell me about my granddaughter."
Helen's question takes me by surprise.
I move my focus from the sun-drenched fields to Helen's serious expression. The two of us are sitting in wooden rocking chairs on the wide porch. Kimbra, Susan, and Judy are all in the kitchen. I offered to help with the breakfast dishes, but Judy pushed Helen and me out the door into the warm morning air.
Kevin and Oscar are doing something on the farm. Their parting comment was about how there's no such thing as a day off. Generally, I'd agree. However, this weekend is different.
Of course, I haven't been totally without contact. I've been in communication with Jorge and Mike. Via texts and emails, I'm up to date on everything happening in New York and at our satellite locations. After Kimbra's in
