I had not realized how carefully he had planned around a future he would not see.
“Is it still possible?” I asked.
“The exact plan? Maybe not. Zoning rules have changed. But there may be another option.”
“What?”
“Seasonal rental of the main house.”
I frowned.
“You mean strangers sleeping in my bed?”
“You can lock the owner’s suite.”
“Strangers using my kitchen?”
“Yes.”
“My good pans?”
“You can lock those too.”
Gregory laughed.
“This is going badly.”
Ellen smiled.
“Margaret, I’m not selling you on anything. I’m telling you the options Robert wanted you to have.”
“What would renting accomplish?”
“Depending on how many weeks you made available, the income could cover taxes, maintenance, insurance, and leave a surplus.”
“For what?”
Ellen gave me a look.
“That part is generally up to the person receiving the money.”
I knew what Robert would have said.
Italy.
Preferably with the saxophone player.
