“Well,” Bill said. “If there’s anything we’ve left that you want, please help yourself.” “Could I have some of the lumber on the back porch?” Jess asked. “Yes, of course. Anything you see.” Bill hesitated, then continued. “I meant to give you P. T.,” he said. “But”—he looked at Jess and his eyes were those of a pleading little boy—“but I can’t seem to give him up.”
