One afternoon the previous May, a month when the fields blaze with the green-gold fire of half-grown wheat, Dewey had spent several hours at Valley View weeding his father's grave, an obligation he had too long neglected.
Arratsalde batez, aurreko maiatzean, soroak gari heldugabearen gar berde-urreztatuak hartzen dituen hilabetean, Deweyk zenbait ordu eman zituen bere aitaren hilobiko belar txarrak ateratzen, luzaroegi utzita eduki zuen eginkizuna.