”“Not technically little brother, ranching is different than farming if you remember correctly; you and I ran the cattle. Jamie and Parker got to ...o most of the farm stuff. Even Chase and Cole helped out too, didn’t they?”“Yea, they helped out too. But I could never figure out where those two came from, they couldn’t tell a pig from a cow. They messed up more than they helped. We used to joke that they would have to marry rich women because neither would ever be able to hold down a job.”“Yea. ‘It also has no half-life.’ ‘What?’ She held the sample up to the light, frowning. ‘Are you sure you tested it right? Maybe there’s something wrong with the computer…’ ‘Please.’ Rolling his eyes, he sat back in the chair with a sigh. ‘I’ve been calculating atomic weight and half-life since I was in high school. Everything decomposes and gives off some sort of radiation, right? But this doesn’t. The graph won’t move—it’s a solid flatline. This stuff is…it’s infinite. It’s some sort of infinite. “Anyway, I learned later on that Mister Joe had lost everything he had because of gambling: his house, his car, his wife, his family. And my Dad was one of the last friends he still had who hadn’t turned his back on him.”There was a long silence as they gazed into each other’s eyes.“God, that’s sad story,” Grace said, her voice cracking.“I’ve only gone to the track once in my life,” Chili continued. “I guess today will be the second, but I won’t place any bets. It was when I was in college. I. ..and boy did she. She looked incredible and garnered almost all of the attention from the male party goers. In particular, a neighbor of our friends named Hank...who Bonnie and Sharon had run into two weeks prior but Bonnie had left out that detail. Hank was a few years older than us and was a pilot for a local airline. He was tall with rugged good looks and lots of charm. It seemed as if my wife was the focus of his attention. I didn't mind all that much...Bonnie looked great and she deserved.