"You'll get a funnier answer from him, you know." A new fondness enters into her voice, her smile easy and unavoidable. None of the effort of pushing three hundred-fifty pounds of man and beast along old blacktop comes through. "He's got so much of Glenn in him. All his kindness, his sense of humor - I don't know how, unless his daddy's been whispering in his ear from Heaven."

It's nice to think about, whether she really believes any such thing's possible or not. "He's not a bad shot for his age, and he's a menace when it comes to climbing trees. I had half a mind to plant an orchard and make him do the harvesting."