leave within the hour.”
“Yes, Mom,” I replied.
“I’ve got hotel reservations in Richmond tonight and Wilmington tomorrow. I’ll check in with regular updates.”
“Good.” She nodded. “And you have the realtor’s number? The one I recommended in Carolina Beach?”
“Listed in my contacts,” I assured her, “and we’ve already exchanged emails. She’s lined up three properties to show me on Tuesday.”
Helen seemed satisfied, though I could see the emotion she was working to contain.
My mother had never been demonstrative, having been raised in an era when stoicism
