“Thank you.”
Neither of us spoke for several seconds.
Then Kyle surprised me.
“Mrs. Marsh?”
“Yes?”
“What was your husband like?”
I hadn’t expected that question.
I thought for a moment.
“Roy was the kind of man who would come home one Saturday with an entire truckload of topsoil without warning me what he was planning.”
Kyle almost smiled.
“He didn’t tell you about the garden?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“He wanted me to see it after he finished.”
Kyle thought about that.
“That sounds like someone who knew what mattered.”
“Yes.”
