“There’s a bedroom over there,” he tells me, nodding to a door off the living room, “that’s where my wife and I and our 2 youngest sleep. Down that hall is the in-laws room and then the kids' room. The middle kids sleep in there. The older boys prefer to sleep on the couches.”
“Is there not a fireplace?” I ask him, looking around.
“Nah,” he tells me. “We just couldn’t afford it when we built out here. We do OK though. We’ve got plenty of blankets.”
“I’m going to help you all,” I tell him, meeting his eyes. “I don’t know exactly how, but it’s going to get better.”
“You’re more like your father than you realize, Kid,” he tells me with a small smile. “Some of the houses we passed need some serious repairs. They need a lot of help.”
“Consider it done,” I tell him. “My dad took
