Bart turns the fan down a notch. “I take it that’s why he was sick that morning?”
She sighs. “The doctors said he must’ve been sick for a long time. But like I said, he never complained. If he wasn’t feeling good, he never said a word about it. The coroner also said there was so much cancer, it was a wonder he stayed alive for as long as he did.”
They stop at a T-intersection. The GPS indicates that they turn left. Passing right in front of them is a John Deere combine—a gigantic green machine, with its signature yellow etched along the side. It’s also heading in the same direction as them.