She hugged me immediately.
“You look different.”
“I feel different.”
She laughed.
“What are you going to do now?”
I looked toward Miami.
Then toward the road that led home.
“I think I’m going to sell the house.”
Mary raised an eyebrow.
“The house?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded.
“Ernest and I built it together. I don’t want it to become a battlefield.”
“And where will you live?”
I smiled.
“Somewhere with a porch.”
Mary laughed.
“Of course.”
“And maybe a garden.”
“Of course.”
“And a guest room.”
She
