Margaret Doyle — The House They Thought Was Theirs
She was crying a little.
“I wish Grandpa could see your place,” she said.
“He would love the light.”
I looked toward the windows and knew she was right.
PART 25
The first spring after the sale, Paige asked me to help organize a family dinner in honor of Walter’s birthday.
She wanted it to be small: the two of us, Daniel, and an old friend of Walter’s named Mr.
Alvarez, who had worked beside him for twenty years.
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