I Came Home Early From Columbus and Found a Deed With My Name Signed on It

“That works out fine,” I said.

David got up from the wooden chair and smoothed his flannel shirt down over his belt.

He crossed the linoleum to the back door, touching Bennett’s shoulder gently on the way past.

“Call me if you need a hand getting that heavy wooden bookshelf into his room this weekend,” David said, holding the screen door open with his wrist.

“Thanks, David,” I said.

“Grace and I can handle it.”