« I’m fine, Margaret. »
« You’ve spent your whole life waiting on a boy who isn’t coming back. Mother said the same thing before she passed. So did Daniel’s mother, God rest her. »
I closed my eyes.
« Waiting for him was admirable once, but it’s time to let the ghost go. »
Daniel’s mother had never quite approved of me, back when there was a « back then » to speak of.
« I remember what everyone said, » I told her.
« Then remember it, » Margaret pressed. « That house of yours is too quiet. Come live near me. I’m the only family you’ve got left. »
She still lived in our parents’ old house, the one she’d inherited when Father died.
« I remember what everyone said, »
« I like my quiet, » I said.
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