“Wow.” Father Justin climbed out of the car. “This is nice.” He looked around at the small, neat white house, the well-tended yard, and the old barn where her grandfather had kept a few head of hogs and cattle out of habit before he passed away. “It reminds me of home.”
“Yeah,” she answered. “This is Grandma and Grandpa Keenan’s old place. My mother’s parents. They bought it after Grandpa retired and let my Uncle Walter take over the farm.”
“Oh. Should we go up to the house and say hello?”
She smiled sadly. “No. Grandpa died about three years ago. His heart. Grandma moved in with my Aunt Bea in town.” Her lips pressed together angrily. “There’s already some people sniffing around, trying to get their hands on this place. Hah. I hope Mom and Uncle Wally and Aunt Bea and Grandma tell them
