Organized religion wasn’t his thing. But he still tried to live life in a godly way and still treated Sunday as a special day—a day of reflection, relaxation, and good deeds. After a leisurely breakfast and some reflection, he’d settled on his good deed. Coaching his cousin Sam on the finer points of wooing a woman. Maybe Luke should’ve called first, but that seemed sort of formal and he wanted this talk to be off-the-cuff. Natural. Two guys shooting the shit. Otherwise Sam might feel insulted. He was, after all, several years Luke’s senior. “I knocked at the house. You didn’t answer, so I came around.” Since Sam’s truck was in the drive, Luke knew he was at home. Luke’s cousin spent a lot of time in his spacious backyard and the pole barn he’d converted into an impressive workshop a few years back. Sure enough, there he was, surrounded by power tools and stacks of lumber, intent on some sort of blueprint for a new project. Luke moved in beside Sam and eyed the drawing.
