“Our son, Shawn, gave us the door code,” he said.

“On account of this place is going to belong to us anyway.”

I stared at him.

“So my daughter’s husband gave you permission to move your furniture into a house he does not own.”

Greg shrugged.

“Colette’s inheriting the whole estate.

Shawn says they’re transferring the deed into their names right now, so we can retire up here by the water.

No sense waiting around.”