paperwork in my absence.”
“And if they haven’t cleared out?” Helen asked practically.
“Then what remains becomes part of the donation I’ve arranged,” I said. “The deadline was clear.”
Helen nodded, respecting my decision despite her evident concern.
“I’ll follow in my car,” she said. “So I can drive myself home afterward.”
The morning was bright and clear as we made the fifteen-minute drive across town to the stately colonial on Maple Avenue that had been my father’s pride and joy.
Pulling into the driveway, I noted immediately that Blake’s
