One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

said so.

“I don’t know. But I can ask.”

“Information would help.”

“Then I’ll get information.”

When I returned to my car, the passenger seat was empty.

The chocolate cake was inside becoming someone else’s Christmas dessert.

And suddenly the bungalow came back into my mind.

Mom measuring curtains.

Dad planning his reading chair.

My first thought was not, I’ll continue reading …