Margaret Walked Away From Scottsdale With a Blue Mug and Eighty-Nine Million Dollars
“We can have the casita cleared out by late fall if the buyer wants possession right away.
My mother is only staying there temporarily until we settle the estate details.”
He paused near the filter pump, listened for a moment, and cleared his throat.
“She doesn’t need a lot of space,” Daniel said into the phone.
“We’re looking at three senior facilities out in East Mesa.”
He turned at the edge of the deep end and headed back to the main house without glancing toward my open door.
The back patio light flickered once and went dark on its automatic timer.