I Brought Groceries to My Elderly Neighbor Every Sunday for Twelve Years. After His Funeral, His Lawyer Handed Me a Suitcase I Never Expected.
After dinner Maya said, “What if we kept doing this?
Not only for people we know.
For anyone who doesn’t have somewhere to go.”
Elise looked at me.
I could see the idea forming between them, hopeful and complicated.
“At our house?” I asked.
“Maybe next door someday,” Maya said.
“If everything with the estate works out.”