They have a chef who makes omelets.”

Margaret gripped the edge of the blanket, then let it go.

“I feel safe here, Patty.”

“I know you do.” I put a stack of nightgowns in the top drawer and closed it.

The drawer slid smoothly, no sticking.

She watched me unpack the rest of her clothes.

“What about Gary?”

“He keeps the house and the truck and the mortgage.