Margaret Doyle — The House They Thought Was Theirs

He held up a printed photograph of the condo.

“My mother has lived in that house for decades.”

“She has rights that will be respected.

I’ve said so to everyone involved.”

“What about me?”

That question nearly made me laugh.

I remembered thousands of mornings when Gordon had asked me what was for breakfast, never once whether I was tired.

“What about you?” I asked.