I think she’s getting as set in her ways as I am. So . . . we all just keep living like we do.” “I think it’s nice, the way things work around here. The way you all look out for each other. I mean, Mabel brings you dinner . . . you leave a pot of coffee out for Jonah every morning . . . It’s nice. It’s like family.” “Yeah, well . . .” He scratches the gray stubble coating his chin. “They are my family.” “I’m glad to know you have people here who care about you.” Who will take care of you after I’m gone. “And that I got to know them.”
