She Arrived At Her Seaside Home Until Her Daughter In Law Said No

down at the keys in my palm. Then at the muddy shoe print on the rug I had bought at a Portsmouth estate sale. Then at the flattened rosemary in the broken pot by the porch steps. Then at Tiffany, still smiling, already tasting a victory she had not yet actually won.

“All right,” I said softly.

Her eyebrows rose just slightly.

“I’ll find somewhere else continue reading …