At the bottom he had written:
She knows what we discussed.
I looked from the drawing to the yard.
Then back to the words.
Robert had left me more than permission to choose.
He had left me a possibility.
And suddenly selling the house was no longer the only way to begin again.
PART 4
Ellen answered on the second ring.
It was barely eight in the morning.
“Margaret?”
“How did you know it was me?”
“Caller ID. I’m a realtor, not a psychic.”
I smiled.
“I found Robert’s note.”
Silence.
Then she said, “The cottage.”
“So you do know.”
“I wondered whether he ever told you.”
“He didn’t.”
“That sounds like Robert.”
“What exactly did the two of you discuss?”
“Coffee first.”
“I already have coffee.”
“I meant me.”
She arrived twenty minutes later carrying a paper cup and a thick file.
By then, Gregory was awake.
