“What about right here, between the garage and the back door?” Sara asked, stretching across the blueprints. “Is this a good place for a garden?”
“The garage blocks the sun,” Tripp said. “Nice and shady in that spot, though. Cool damp dirt, full of earthworms and other hungry things. My daddy and me used to dig up earthworms to go fishing.” He grinned fiendishly and tapped the drawing.
“Then where would you sugg—?”
“Ain"t that where they found ol" man Talbot?” he asked while watching her reaction. “Ain"t that where that workshop stood?”
“Sure is.”
“Ground was hard-packed in that spot. I helped those construction guys, I did,” he said, like a proud child. “Helped "em trench the footings.”
“I didn"t know you helped.”
“While they were trenching, somebody dug a deep hole just inside tha
