Boston Real Estate, a Greenwich Mansion, and Five Attorneys
He ate toast standing up and checked his phone between bites.
Crumbs dropped onto the carpet.
“You still driving that Subaru?” he asked.
“I happen to like my car.”
“You get a government paycheck, so what do you need real estate for?”
I put my bag down on a chair.
“It isn’t about need.
Dad left me the Boston house.”